The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 Good Intentions Mistaken for Donkey’s Liver and Lungs_1

Bradley Ford laughed heartily and said, “I am a man who always repays his debts of gratitude, as you well know, and besides, this matter isn’t without alternative solutions.”

“Alternative solutions? What kind?”

“Let Greg Jensen heal your body.”

Upon hearing this, Fraser Simmons stared blankly for a long while and then chuckled resignedly, “Old Ford, are you deliberately looking for trouble with me early in the morning? I’ve seen so many so-called famous doctors for this ailment of mine, and none could cure it. Do you expect me to believe in a twenty-something-year-old kid?”

Bradley Ford grew angry as well and retorted sharply, “Are you out of your mind, or has going lame made you blind too? Can’t you see the change in me?”

Fraser Simmons was taken aback once more, scrutinizing him for a long time until he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Is this… Have you taken some Elixir?”

“Heh, if I really had access to an Elixir, would I forget about you?”

Bradley Ford smiled proudly, “I’ve been treated with acupuncture and Elixirs by Mr. Jensen.”

“He really possesses medical skills?”

“Heh, what do you think? If he didn’t have medical skills, how would my body have recovered?”

Bradley Ford intentionally sneered, “The Cultivation Technique of your Simmons family may damage the body, but it has no impact on longevity. But our Ford family’s art of geomancy and physiognomy, that’s a different story altogether. Of the generations before me, apart from myself who rarely used geomancy, how many lived past sixty? Tell me, if Greg Jensen wasn’t skilled in medicine, if his medical skills weren’t so impressive, could he pull off a feat that so many generations failed to achieve?”

“This…”

Fraser Simmons couldn’t help but hesitate. In fact, he was already more than halfway convinced but held back from admitting it outright because of pride.

Seeing his silence, Bradley Ford knew the answer and smiled faintly before turning his gaze to the Simmons brothers and frowned, “And you two, in your thirties and forties, only know some disgraceful tricks, aren’t you afraid of tainting the reputation of the Simmons family?”

Donald Simmons’s expression turned slightly cold as he turned his head away, remaining silent.

Mick Simmons furrowed his brow and said indifferently, “Uncle Ford, what’s a little reputation compared to my father’s health?”

“Is that how you speak to your Uncle Ford?”

Fraser Simmons glared at him and then turned to Bradley Ford with a smile, “Old Ford, let me consider this matter a bit more.”

“Okay, then take your time thinking about it.”

Bradley Ford didn’t linger on the thought and was about to leave when suddenly something came to mind, and he couldn’t resist warning, “You’d best not provoke Greg Jensen. That kid is likely someone neither of our families can afford to offend.”

“Alright, let me see you out, Uncle Ford.”

Fraser Simmons smiled nonchalantly and signaled to Mick Simmons with a glance, motioning him to see the guest out.

Good intentions repaid with ingratitude!

Bradley Ford observed the situation, shook his head gently, and silently walked away.

Watching Bradley Ford’s retreating figure, Fraser Simmons couldn’t help but frown in thought and then asked, “Donald, is that kid really just a rural person?”

“Yes, Ethan Locke even brought his family from the rural area not long ago, but… that kid probably knows some martial arts.”

“Hmm.”

Fraser Simmons fell silent again, and after a moment, he asked, “Is that kid very formidable?”

Donald Simmons said disdainfully, “Formidable my foot, he’s just in his twenties. Even if he started martial arts in his mother’s womb, how skilled could he possibly be?”

Fraser Simmons frowned deeply at these words and muttered, “If he has no background and his martial arts aren’t impressive, what is that old fool Bradley Ford afraid of?”

Just then, Mick Simmons returned from outside and, hearing his father’s words, sneered, “He’s just saying that on purpose to keep us from bothering Greg Jensen. After all, the kid did save Uncle Ford’s life. If he didn’t show any gratitude, that wouldn’t seem right, would it?”

“Hmm, that’s a possibility.”

“Dad, what do you mean? Should we let that kid examine you first, or should my cousin and I just bring back the Fragrant Spirit Grass?”

“We should take the Fragrant Spirit Grass back first; a young doctor in his twenties, no matter how skilled he is, can’t be that great.

Being able to cure old Bradley was probably just like a blind cat running into a dead mouse. We can’t put our hopes on him.”

Upon hearing this, Fraser Simmons fell silent. He also felt that what Antonio Conner and Donald Simmons said was right. They indeed couldn’t pin their hopes on a young guy in his twenties.

Compared to that, trading the Fragrant Spirit Grass for a Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill was much more reliable than Greg Jensen.

“Hmm, then take the Fragrant Spirit Grass. You two go and handle this matter.”

Fraser Simmons finally made up his mind and instructed, “Remember, try not to hurt anyone, after all, your Uncle Bradley is there.”

“I know. Don’t worry.”

The three from the Simmons family thought that the only reason Bradley Ford called Greg Jensen a benefactor of the Ford family was that the young man had saved his life.

They never would have imagined that the first favor Greg Jensen had done for the Ford family was to give them a superior internal cultivation technique book.

If they had known, they probably wouldn’t have been so impulsive.

…

On the other side, Lindsey Wolfe learned that the young assistant was going to spend the New Year in the village and was very happy, smiling as she said:

“I was just worrying that not many people would be at home. You can stay here for the New Year, and after it ends, you can go back to the city with Greg Jensen.”

“Thank you, Auntie,”

Trey Holmes sweetly called out and went into the kitchen to help with cooking.

Lindsey Wolfe quickly said, “Hey, you should just wait to eat inside. You’re a guest; we can’t let you cook.”

“It’s okay, Auntie. Let her do it; she’s really good at cooking,” Greg Jensen said with a laugh.

“Alright then, be careful. I’ll start the stove first.”

While the two were busy, Greg Jensen stepped out of his house, ready to deliver the gifts he had brought back.

This time he had come back with many gifts, not just for Lindsey Wolfe and Esther Jensen, but also for the Second Elder, Third Elder, and others.

After making a big round, snowflakes suddenly started to drift from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it became a heavy downpour.

Greg Jensen looked up, watching the goose feather-like snowflakes falling from the sky, and couldn’t help grinning, “A snow year promises a good harvest!”

Before his words were finished, the sound of a car came from afar.

Greg Jensen turned around and saw an off-road vehicle advancing through the wind and snow.

Screech!

The off-road vehicle came to a firm halt in front of Greg Jensen.

The car door opened, and the Simmons brothers, Antonio Conner and Donald Simmons, stepped down from the car.

Greg Jensen’s brow furrowed slightly, “Why have you come?”

“Kid, don’t play dumb; you know damn well why we’re here,”

Donald Simmons scoffed, “You think hiding away in some little mountain village means we couldn’t find you? Cut the crap, where’s the Fragrant Spirit Grass?”

Greg Jensen was getting irritated; his good mood completely spoiled by these two. He said impatiently,

“Didn’t Bradley go to see you?”

“He did!”

Donald Simmons sneered, “You think having seen Bradley, you can just slip away?”

“The Fragrant Spirit Grass is mine, and I’m not selling. Got it?”

Greg Jensen couldn’t be bothered to continue their useless discussion and flatly rejected them, then added, “If you understand, then leave. Out of respect for the Ford family, I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”

With that, he turned and walked toward his house.