The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 511 - : Return_1

Chapter 511: Chapter 511: Return_1

“Finally out.”

Zhou Jiumei looked at the bright sunshine and couldn’t help but feel as if she had been in another world.

“Yes, finally out.”

Greg Jensen also felt somewhat emotional, having skirted death this time, though fortunately without danger.

Zhou Jiumei turned her head to speak, but when she saw Greg, still relatively clean but wearing only a pair of shorts riddled with a few holes, she found the sight both pitiful and hilarious.

She couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

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Greg was taken aback at first, but soon realized the humor and laughed as well,

“I think you’d better go to the edge of the pond and see what you look like now before you come back and mock me.”

“What?”

Zhou Jiumei was stunned, quickly ran to the edge of the pond, looked down, and her face turned beet red.

She was so busy laughing at Greg that she forgot she was in rags herself, hardly better off than him.

“Haha, alright, let’s hurry down the mountain and see if we can find some people to borrow some clothes from.”

“Mhm.”

Zhou Jiumei nodded obediently, ran over to hook Greg’s arm, and together they walked down the mountain.

Both were without shoes and walked barefoot.

Greg fared well, as the Divine Dragon Transformation had forged his body as tough as iron, making him utterly indifferent to the path’s sharp stones and wood splinters.

Zhou Jiumei, however, was not so lucky; she had taken only a few steps before her foot was cut by something sharp.

Greg looked at her delicate little foot and couldn’t help but feel heartache—during their time in the cave, he hadn’t refrained from playing with it.

The silky smooth feel was unforgettable.

Thinking how such a soft foot would soon bear several scars, Greg felt a pang of immense sorrow.

So, ignoring Zhou Jiumei’s protests, he picked her up and carried her on his back.

“Hey, I… I can walk by myself.”

Zhou Jiumei’s voice grew softer and eventually, she stopped talking altogether, she lay quietly on Greg’s back, her face flushed, lost in her thoughts.

Greg said nothing, striding forward.

The mountain path was rugged, and Zhou Jiumei swayed with his movements as she lay on his back.

Feeling the softness against his back, Greg couldn’t help but have his mind wander, while Zhou Jiumei’s breathing behind him grew more rapid.

Smack!

Greg gave a firm pat and grinned mischievously, “Don’t worry, once we’re back in the city, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Hmph, like I’d give you the chance.”

Zhou Jiumei’s words were icy, but her body leaned against Greg’s shoulder, clingy and affectionate like a kitten, gently rubbing against him.

Greg smiled and simply used the Wind Control Skill to glide down the mountain, taking strides of five or six meters at a time, eliciting a series of shrieks from Zhou Jiumei on his back.

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The two quickly reached the foot of the mountain and spotted a village nearby.

“Wait here for me, I’ll go get us some clothes.”

“Okay, but hurry.”

Zhou Jiumei looked around at the surrounding woods and felt a surge of panic, entirely forgetting she was, in fact, a half-step Grandmaster.

It wouldn’t matter if it were an ordinary person, or even a tiger; neither would likely be a match for her.

Greg shook his head with a smile, used the Wind Control Skill, and swept toward the village.

Along the way, he tried to avoid meeting any villagers, and headed straight into a courtyard. Hearing people inside, he immediately called out.

A moment later, a plump woman came out.

Seeing Greg bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts, her expression tightened, and she warned cautiously,

“What… what do you want? I’m warning you, my man will be back any minute.”

“Sister-in-law, I just want to borrow a couple of sets of clothes, nothing more. If I could make a phone call, that would be even better.”

Greg explained, “My girlfriend and I got lost in the mountains and it took us many days to find our way out.”

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Yes, she’s still waiting for me in the woods, could you please find a set of women’s clothes for her?”

The woman looked him over carefully and, seeing he didn’t look like a bad person, relaxed slightly and said:

“Wait here, don’t run around, I’ll go in and find some clothes for you.”

“Ok, thank you.”

It didn’t take long for the woman to come back out with two sets of clothes in her hand, which she handed to Greg.

Greg quickly said, “Thank you so much, can I borrow your phone to make a call? We left everything on the mountain, I want to call my family to come pick us up.”

“All right, but make it quick.”

“Ok, thank you.”

Greg didn’t dare call Glen Wolfe or Simon Cooper and the like, as they seemed to be his staunch supporters on the surface, the Stuart Family would definitely take action against them upon learning of his disappearance.

Calling them would easily attract the Stuart Family’s attention.

Before the situation became clear, he didn’t want the Stuart Family to know he was back.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to call Fraser Simmons.

Compared to the others, the Simmons family and the Fu family joined later and weren’t as conspicuous.

A moment later, Fraser Simmons answered the call, his voice sounding somewhat subdued, “Hello, who is this?”

“It’s me, Greg!”

“Greg… hold on a moment…”

Footsteps and the sound of a door closing came from the other end, “Mr. Greg, where are you now? Something big has happened.”

“Haha, what could be bigger than me coming back?”

“Uh…”

Fraser Simmons didn’t know quite what to say.

Greg spoke calmly, “You should drive over to pick me up yourself. Don’t tell anyone else, come alone, understand?”

“Understood.”

“Hmm, I’ll send the address to your phone later.”

“Ok.”

After hanging up the phone, Greg cheerfully asked the woman for the location and then sent it to Fraser Simmons.

He hadn’t realized until he asked, but the revelation startled Greg.

The two of them had drifted over two hundred kilometers along the underground river; even calculating by the straight-line distance, it would be seventy or eighty kilometers.

And in the cave, they had stayed for nearly a month.

Greg estimated that it would take Fraser Simmons at least two to three hours to drive there.

So he told the woman, changed clothes at her house, and with the set of women’s clothes in hand, he went back to the woods to meet Judy Stuart.

Judy Stuart had been anxiously waiting, and upon seeing Greg return, she threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes, “Why did you only just come back? I thought you’d left on your own.”

Once a woman has someone to rely on, she cannot be tough in front of the man she loves.

Even a woman like Judy Stuart, who wielded significant influence at home, was just a little woman when in front of Greg.

Greg apologetically said, “I called home a little while ago to have them come and pick us up, so that’s why I was delayed.”

“Ok.”

Judy Stuart gave him a reproachful glance, took the clothes, and warned, “No peeking.”

After that, she took the clothes and walked into the distant bushes to change.

A while later, a village girl in a floral blouse walked out from within, looking quite bashful.

Looking at the clothes on her body, Judy Stuart frowned and asked, “Do I look good in this?”