The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 530 - : Put the Old Master in the Pot_1

Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Put the Old Master in the Pot_1

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Before long, Greg Jensen, who was cultivating, was invited over by Theresa Locke.

As soon as he entered the room, all eyes were upon him.

Doubt, scorn, mockery—amidst the variety of gazes, there was a prevalent sense of distrust.

Greg Jensen was indifferent. These people were mere ants to him; had it not been for Theresa Locke’s sake, he wouldn’t have come to Mystic City at all.

So, their attitudes meant nothing to him.

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Noah Locke approached with a feigned smile and enthusiastically reached out for Greg Jensen’s hand, but the latter subtly avoided it.

Unperturbed, he said with a smile, “Barry, you’re finally here. Please, come inside.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen nodded and said as he walked, “Prepare a large pot, set it up in the courtyard, and fill it with water—it will be needed later.”

“Er, alright.”

Noah Locke thought it strange but turned and instructed, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Right away, sir.”

The butler, Afu, hurriedly left.

It was then that Noah Locke turned back and asked, “Barry, what do you need the large pot for?”

Without looking back, Greg Jensen spit out two words: “To dispel poison!”

The Divine Doctor couldn’t help but sneer, “Heh, what a farce.”

Greg Jensen initially didn’t want to bother with him, but hearing his words, he couldn’t resist retorting, “At least I’m not putting on a show. Can you say the same, when you’re harming people?”

“You… you’re talking nonsense!” The Divine Doctor’s face quickly reddened.

Greg Jensen turned around, his expression calm as he looked at him, “The poison in Mr. Locke wasn’t so deep initially. Had you not acted recklessly, how could he have ended up like this?”

“You…”

The Divine Doctor’s face flushed again, and he scoffed, “What do you know? To cure such a complicated disease, isn’t it necessary to take some risks?”

“So you’re saying that you’re gambling with Mr. Locke’s life?”

“You… you’re spouting rubbish!”

The Divine Doctor was trembling with anger.

Seeing this, Theresa Locke spoke up, unable to hold back, “You… you’re too disrespectful. The Divine Doctor is a senior after all, don’t you know to show some respect?”

Greg Jensen glanced back at Theresa Locke, shaking his head in contempt, and without further acknowledgment of them, he sat beside Mr. Locke’s bed and began administering the Moxibustion Technique.

The Medical Saint was about to sneer again, but upon seeing the acupuncture technique Greg Jensen employed, his eyes widened in shock.

“Is this… the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?”

He suddenly looked up at Greg Jensen’s back and exclaimed in amazement, “Wasn’t the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate lost? How do you know this technique?”

Unconcerned with the Divine Doctor’s surprise, Greg Jensen didn’t even turn around as he indifferently said, “What’s it to you?”

“You…”

The Divine Doctor was so enraged he almost spat out blood, yet he couldn’t muster a rebuttal and could only stand there agape.

At the same time, the astute Noah Locke realized something.

The acupuncture technique used by this young man in front of him, even the Divine Doctor did not know it; did that mean his medical skill surpassed that of the Divine Doctor?

How could that be?

How old was he?

Perhaps he just knew more than the Divine Doctor, but medical skill is ultimately a matter of experience.

Noah Locke’s heart was conflicted. On one hand, he hoped that Greg Jensen’s medical skill was indeed better than the Divine Doctor’s so that his father might be saved.

On the other hand, he found it hard to believe that such a young man, Barry Wolfe, could have superior medical skill to the Divine Doctor.

The thoughts of other Locke family members were similarly conflicted, but Theresa Locke had no doubt about Greg Jensen’s medical expertise.

After all, wasn’t this the man who had put Healington at a disadvantage? If his Alchemy Technique was so impressive, surely his medical skill was not lacking?

The room fell silent once again.

The members of the Locke family were deep in thought, while Divine Doctor Sun, taking advantage of the moment, stealthily observed Greg Jensen’s Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

This moxibustion technique was extremely unique; every time a needle was inserted, he had to gently tap the tail of the needle.

The patient would feel tremendous pain due to this, as if they had taken a walk through the gates of hell itself, which is why it was named the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

Divine Doctor Sun, with his rich family heritage in medicine, knew the characteristics of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, which is why he recognized it at a glance.

According to legend, the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate were the signature skill of the previous Medical Saint.

If he could master this moxibustion technique, his own medical skills would surely improve by leaps and bounds.

With this thought, Divine Doctor Sun immediately perked up, his eyes shimmering with barely contained excitement, like a diligent schoolchild watching intently.

The room was very quiet.

“It’s done.”

After an indeterminate amount of time, Greg Jensen’s voice rang out again, startling everyone from their reverie.

Noah Locke hurried over and looked down to see that although the elder Mr. Locke’s face still had a pale green tinge, his breathing had become much steadier.

He quickly asked, “Mr. Jensen, how is my father’s condition now?”

“It’s not a big problem.”

Greg Jensen replied calmly, instructing, “Go see if the water outside is ready and get someone to carry the old man out immediately.”

“All right.”

Noah Locke immediately turned back to instruct the Lockes to carry the elder downstairs.

In the center of the courtyard, a large iron pot nearly two meters in diameter had been set up over a strong fire kindled with thick firewood.

Steam had started to rise from the pot.

The Lockes carrying Mr. Locke to the edge of the pot suddenly froze in confusion.

Noah Locke cautiously asked, “Mr. Jensen, where exactly… should we place the old man?”

Greg Jensen nodded towards the large iron pot and said, “Put him in the pot, boil him.”

Whoosh!

As soon as he spoke these words, the room erupted into chaos.

“Greg Jensen, what are you really up to, trying to boil my father?” Aunt Lin yelled in anger.

Lance Law said, “I think he’s just a saboteur sent by our enemies, deliberately harming our grandfather.”

“Enough, stop listening to the nonsense of this charlatan. Hurry and take the old man back to his room,” another chimed in.

Theresa Locke also looked bewildered and wanted to say a few words in Greg Jensen’s defense, but she didn’t know what to say.

Because the idea of Greg Jensen boiling her grandfather was indeed difficult to understand.

Divine Doctor Sun sneered from the side, “No matter how much one understands, it’s useless when it comes to the real test. He still only knows how to stir up the crowd.”

Facing everyone’s mockery, Greg Jensen looked at Noah Locke with an indifferent expression and said, “Whether he gets better or not is up to me, whether you listen or not is up to you. You decide for yourselves.”

Struggling emotions flickered across Noah Locke’s face. Thinking of the Locke family’s current situation, he gritted his teeth and ordered, “Follow Mr. Jensen’s instructions, put my father in there.”

“Big brother…”

“I told you to put our father in!”

Noah Locke, being a Grandmaster Realm powerhouse and the next Family Head of the Locke family, still held some authority.

Upon hearing his words, the family members could only carry the elder, carefully placing him into the pot that was about to boil.

“Step back.”

Seeing this, Greg Jensen stepped forward, taking out a vial and pouring out a Detoxification Pill, tossing it directly into the pot.

Then, after testing the temperature of the water with his hand, he ordered, “Remove some of the fire from below, maintaining this temperature will suffice.”

“Okay.”

Immediately, Afu and others stepped forward and pulled out some of the firewood from below.

Seeing this, Noah Locke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Theresa Locke asked, “Greg, when will my grandfather wake up?”