The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 44 Etiology_1

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Lois Abbott couldn’t get the words out, she could only anxiously point towards the door, meaning the door was still unlocked.

Seeing Greg Jensen unmoved, she quickly pushed him away in exasperation, saying:

“You… have you even considered the situation? You’re so out of your depth. What if someone comes in?”

Greg Jensen acted astonished and said in a daze, “What do you mean? We’ve been together for so long now, don’t I know you?”

After he finished speaking, he put on an aggrieved face and said, “Are you looking down on me?”

Lois Abbott was stunned; it took her quite a while to snap back to reality. Her face flushed suddenly as she stammered:

“You… what are you talking about…”

Greg Jensen lifted his head in shock, staring at her lips, “Are you… that strong?”

“Oh, 1 can’t bother to talk with you!”

“Haha, then let’s not talk.”

Greg Jensen pulled back Lois Abbott as she tried to escape, casually locking the office door before starting a new topic of discussion.

“I thought I had satisfied you, but what I got in return was disdain and mockery. No more pretense, let’s lay our cards on the table…”

“Mmm…”

The office was unbearably warm, the standing fan gently shook its head, sending cool breezes to every corner.

The constant speed and the breeze brought a long-missed comfort.

After the banquet ended, Chester Ware walked away content. Not only had he eaten the Dragon fish, but he also found the cause of his ailment that had troubled him for years.

However, the thought of someone in his household poisoning him turned his face sour again.

He thought for a moment and then decided to stay at Reverie Inn; after all, there were guest rooms upstairs, and the environment was decent enough.

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He conducted all his business activities at Reverie Inn over the next few days.

As for the previously struggling Reverie Inn, its sales soared as if riding a rocket.

Through Chestor Ware’s connections, Greg Jensen helped Drew Walker and Augustus Wolfe among others to cure their physical ailments, thereby expanding his own network.

Feeling the changes in their bodies, Drew Walker and Augustus Wolfe were incredibly grateful. Each of them offered five hundred thousand as a token of thanks to Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen felt their issues were not so serious, so he didn’t take that much. He grudgingly accepted two hundred thousand from each, just as a gesture.

The news of Reverie Inn’s explosive performance quickly reached Brandon Brent’s ears.

At this very moment, he didn’t even have the energy to get angry.

In a villa in Riverhaven County, Brandon Brent wrapped himself in two quilts, shivering and huddled in his bed.

“Never mind about the Reverie Inn for now. What about the doctor you found?”

Carl Stuart spoke with trepidation: “That old TCM practitioner is too busy, there are just too many people going to him for treatment.”

Smack!

Brandon Brent casually threw an ashtray next to him, but due to the lack of strength, it only landed in front of Carl Stuart.

“Are you f*cking brainless? If he’s busy, then make him unbusy! Find someone to bring him to me!”

“Yes, Mr. Brent, I’ll go right now.”

“Hurry up, do you f*cking want me to freeze to death?”

Brandon Brent looked as pale as paper, his lips were turning blue, and he kept shivering uncontrollably.

He had already visited dozens of hospitals and seen countless traditional and Western doctors, but no one could figure out what was wrong.

This TCM doctor found by Carl Stuart was his last hope.

It was said that this TCM practitioner had been in practice for decades, and the number of patients he had cured was beyond count, earning him fame as a Divine Doctor far and wide.

If even he couldn’t help, then Brandon Brent would have no choice but to wait for death.

“Damn it…”

Brandon Brent shivered and dozed off in a haze.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he suddenly woke up with a start and saw a scruffy-looking old man sitting in front of him.

He was immediately startled and exclaimed, “Damn, where did everyone go? Even a beggar has gotten into my room…”

“Young Master Brandon, this is the Divine Doctor Li that I found for you.”

“Divine Doctor?”

Brandon Brent glanced at Carl Stuart, and then at the Doctor Li in front of him. He finally regained his senses and managed a faint smile:

“I’m sorry, Doctor Li, I was confused after just waking up.”

Doctor Li’s face turned somewhat unpleasant as he spoke indifferently, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve always been magnanimous towards those on their deathbed.”

Upon hearing this, Brandon Brent panicked and said hurriedly, “Doctor Li, Divine Doctor, I was wrong just now. Please don’t take it personally.”

“Heh, your illness, I cannot cure.”

“I’ll pay more, I’ll give you whatever amount you want.”

Doctor Li slowly shook his head, “It’s not a matter of money, but rather that I truly cannot cure you.

The reason for your illness doesn’t fall under medical jurisdiction. What I can do is only help alleviate some symptoms for a brief time.

Moreover, this method of alleviation would cause irreversible damage to your body—not worth it.

Thus, you should find the cause of the disease and let them solve it for you.”

“The cause of the disease? What cause?”

Brandon Brent looked at Carl Stuart with a confused face. He was now somewhat doubtful whether Carl had found the wrong person. Didn’t this Doctor Li seem more like a charlatan?

Doctor Li pondered and then said, “Based on my experience, you’re not sick, you’ve been ‘acupointed.’

“Acupointed?”

Brandon Brent almost laughed in frustration, “Old man, are you pretending to baffle me because you can’t tell what illness I have?”

“Heh, I have said all there is to say, believe it or not, it’s up to you!”

After saying this, Doctor Li stood up and said to Carl Stuart, “Alright, I’ve seen the patient, can I go now?”

Carl Stuart was startled and looked at Brandon Brent.

Brandon Brent immediately said, “No, you can’t leave unless you cure my illness!”

Doctor Li glanced at him and spoke lightly, “As I’ve said, if I cannot cure it, I cannot cure it. Even if you kill me, I can’t do anything about it.”

Seeing this, Brandon Brent was stupefied. Was there really no hope for him?

He hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Doctor, is my condition really caused by acupointing’?”

“Correct.”

Doctor Li looked at him and said, “Think about the time when your symptoms started. Did you have a conflict with someone?”

“A conflict…”

Upon hearing this, Brandon Brent fell into deep thought.

A while later, his expression changed dramatically, and he suddenly looked up, grinding his teeth, “Greg Jensen, it must be Greg Jensen!”

He had only had a conflict with Greg Jensen recently, and on the day he left the Abbott family’s house, Jensen seemed to have jabbed him a few times.

He hadn’t paid much attention at the time, but now that he thought about it, his symptoms had started right after that incident.

“Greg Jensen…”

Thinking of all the suffering he had endured recently, all thanks to Greg Jensen, Brandon Brent’s face turned livid with anger.

Whether it was due to his physical condition or rage, his body shuddered uncontrollably.

At this time, Greg Jensen was hurrying into the village.

He had been helping out in the vegetable store when suddenly Widow Liu called him, telling him the developers had come.

They had not only injured people like Second Elder but had also destroyed the vegetable fields.

The town had been abuzz about developing a tourist attraction for over half a year now.

The development of a tourist area was initially a good thing. Whether before completion during construction or after during operation, it would provide many jobs and significantly improve the local economy.

However, the developer was a heartless boss, offering a shockingly low land compensation.

The compensation per mu of land was a mere three hundred yuan.

Three hundred yuan couldn’t even buy a few bags of rice, let alone exceed the earnings of even one harvest per year.

How could the villagers possibly agree?