The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 86: The Young Man’s Ignorance i

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Micah Brent’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he fixed his gaze on Greg Jensen. “Kid, I don’t care what your purpose is in getting close to Brandon, but you’d better listen up,” he said.

“I don’t care if you want to be friends with Brandon, but if you dare to manipulate him into doing things for you like what happened at the scenic area, don’t blame me for not being polite.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen immediately furrowed his brows.

He looked at Micah Brent’s face for a long time before he finally said coolly, “Chief Micah, you’re quite hot-tempered. Since that’s the case, I won’t disturb you any longer.”

With that, he stood up and walked towards the door.

When he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Micah Brent, and said coolly, “Chief Micah, you seem to be feeling unwell?” Micah Brent was taken aback, and his complexion instantly turned grim as he said sternly, “What do you mean? Are you threatening me?”

“Chief Micah is overthinking it.”

Greg Jensen shook his head gently, sneering, “Have you been feeling groggy every morning lately? No appetite for food? Also, feeling aversion to the cold, hands and feet ice-cold, and a stabbing pain in your right abdomen around midday?”

At first, Micah Brent was composed, even wearing a mocking expression on his face.

But as he listened to what Greg Jensen had said, his complexion changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, “How do you know?”

After saying that, he suddenly realized something, his eyes glinting coldly as he demanded, “What have you done to me?”

What have I done to you? If I wanted to do something to you, you wouldn’t be sitting here talking to me so comfortably. You can think about how you were poisoned at your leisure.”

“I must remind you, though, you don’t have much time left. It’s best to think fast, and don’t come begging me once you figure it out.”

“I’ve given you the opportunity; it’s your fault for not cherishing it.”

“Me? Beg you? Young man, you really don’t know your place!”

Micah Brent scornfully curled his lips.

Greg Jensen didn’t get angry but chuckled lightly and turned to leave.

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Originally, he had considered using the Pill to control Micah Brent, but after seeing him in person, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Because Micah Brent had already been poisoned, with a poison identical to that of Chester Ware.

In Riverhaven County, aside from Greg Jensen himself, only the poisoner would be able to provide the antidote.

In other words, if Micah Brent wanted to cure himself, he would have no choice but to seek Greg Jensen’s help.

Mr. Jensen, have you finished your conversation?”

“Yes.”

Seeing Greg Jensen’s expressionless face, Brandon Brent knew the conversation had not gone well and hurriedly said, “Don’t rush; let me try to persuade my dad again.”

“No need. Your dad knows how to choose.”

Greg Jensen smiled, took a look at Brandon Brent, and said, “Go inside, your father probably has something to ask you.”

“Alright, take care, Mr. Jensen.”

Brandon Brent watched Greg Jensen leave, then hurriedly rushed into the house.

In the living room, Micah Brent sat on the sofa with a grim expression, lost in thought. When his son entered, he just glanced up before sinking back into contemplation.

Brandon Brent was a bit afraid of his father and carefully sat opposite him, not daring to speak.

A good while passed before Micah Brent suddenly lifted his head and asked, “What exactly did that kid come for?”

An odd look flashed across Brandon Brent’s face, and with a somewhat sheepish smile, he stammered, “Do you mean Greg… Greg Jensen? He’s just a businessman.”

“A businessman?”

Micah Brent scrutinized his only son, his eyes full of suspicion.

Yes, a businessman. Is there something wrong?”

“Something’s not right; you’re hiding something from me.”

Brandon Brent’s eyes darted around as he laughed awkwardly and hesitantly said, “Dad, what are you talking about? Why would I hide anything from you?” “Out with it! What’s really going on!”

Micah Brent suddenly shouted, startling Brandon Brent so much he shivered and blurted out subconsciously, “It’s nothing much, just that he cured my illness.”

Micah Brent was stunned and slowly asked, “Cured your illness? What illness?” “Exactly,” Brandon Brent agreed.

Brandon Brent said, gritting his teeth, “Just recently, I was feeling cold all the time. I saw several doctors, but none of them cured me, and then I found Greg Jensen.

He gave me a few sessions of acupuncture, and my illness was cured.”

“He can cure diseases too?”

‘Of course, Dad, I’m telling you, Greg Jensen’s medical skills are no joke…”

The first time was acupoint targeting, the second time poisoning…

Having experienced Greg Jensen’s methods firsthand, Brandon Brent knew all too well the taste of agony that was worse than death; he absolutely did not want to experience it a second time.

Therefore, no matter howMicah Brent pressed him, he could not possibly reveal the truth.

On the contrary, when the topic turned to Greg Jensen’s medical skills, his enthusiasm surged.

The excitement in his eyes caused Micah Brent to frown deeply, “You haven’t been caught in someone’s grasp, have you?”

Fathers know their sons best!

Micah Brent knew exactly what his son was like, to say he was arrogant was an understatement.

He had never seen him admiring anyone so much, and now seeing his son’s utmost respect for Greg Jensen, Micah Brent couldn’t help but suspect that his son might have been compromised by the other man.

“How could that be?”

After boasting for quite a while, Brandon Brent felt much more confident and said nonchalantly, “Without his saving me, would I give a damn about a country boy like him?”

Seeing his son seemingly revert to his usual temperament, Micah Brent’s doubts dissipated, and he pondered, “So, you’re saying that… he noticed I was poisoned from my complexion?”

“Poisoned?”

Brandon Brent jumped in fright; ever since he was poisoned by the Pill, he had been especially sensitive to the word “poison.”

Hearing what Micah Brent said, he became tense immediately: “Greg Jensen said you were poisoned?”

“Yes.”

Micah Brent nodded and repeated the words Greg Jensen had said before leaving.

Upon learning that his father’s symptoms were different from his own, Brandon Brent quietly let out a sigh of relief and asked, “Then you don’t know where you got poisoned?”

Micah Brent shook his head silently, lost in thought.

He was out socializing all the time; poisoning him would have been too easy.

How could he possibly pinpoint where it had happened?

Brandon Brent hesitated and then suggested, “Should I call Greg Jensen and ask him to help you detoxify?”

“Can he cure me?”

If he could point it out, he should be able to cure it, right?”

Micah Brent hesitated for a moment, then still shook his head and said indifferently, “It’s no deal to seek favors uninvited! He needs something from me now, but if I reach out to him first, his attitude will surely change!”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I know my own body; it won’t be anything serious.”

Micah Brent sneered, “He thinks he can make me bow down? He’s got a long way to go.”

After speaking, he returned to his room.

Brandon Brent wanted to persuade his father, but hesitated and decided to wait a couple of days before mentioning it again.

After all, Greg Jensen had just left; calling him so quickly didn’t seem appropriate.

“Ah, that Pill Greg Jensen gave seems to be somewhat effective.”

Brandon Brent stood up and moved around, feeling much stronger than before and grinned, chuckling to himself, “Maybe… I should try it out on a woman?”

Just then, Micah Brent suddenly came out of the bedroom, frowning, “Why do I feel so cold? Did you lower the air conditioning?”

Brandon Brent was stunned for a moment and turned to glance at the thermostat on the wall, saying in dismay, “The air conditioning isn’t even on.” “Strange…”

Micah Brent was puzzled, and as he was about to return to his room, he suddenly noticed his son had a strange expression and frowned, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Dad, why does your face look so blue?”

“Blue? Not at all.”