The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 493: Chapter 493 Fulfillment_1

“Boss, look at this…”

Greg frowned and said, “Forget it. His wife has been sick for so long; it’s understandable.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Let’s follow him and see; we can’t just have come all this way for nothing.”

Greg, with Duncan by his side, followed Terry into the alleyway and into the clinic.

After noticing them, Terry just frowned and wheeled his wife straight into the clinic at the mouth of the alley.

The clinic’s physician was a grey-haired elder who was sterilizing silver needles when Greg entered—it looked like he was about to perform acupuncture on Terry’s wife.

Greg wasn’t in a hurry and casually found a spot to sit down.

The elder glanced up at Greg, then turned to ask, “Is this your friend?”

Terry replied indifferently, “One’s a swindler, and the other is no longer a friend.” @@novelbin@@

The elder nodded and said, “That’s right; no one who associates with swindlers can be called a friend.”

“You…”

Duncan’s face soured, and with a glare at the elder and a snort, he chose to stay silent.

Greg watched calmly and then suddenly spoke out, “You prescribed her Four Wonder Powder, and the acupuncture should also be of the type that dispels dampness. Do you think her condition, this flaccid paralysis, is caused by the invasion of dampness?”

The elder looked up in surprise, turned to Terry, and said, “This swindler knows a few things.”

Terry curled his lip, “What knowledge? It was the guy next to him who said it.”

“Oh, no wonder.”

The elder paid no more attention to Greg and bent his head to seriously begin the acupuncture.

As the elder continued inserting needles, Greg couldn’t help frowning and reminded him,

“Old man, you’ve treated her for so long without success. Haven’t you ever thought that maybe you’re treating her the wrong way?”

Upon hearing this, the elder’s expression immediately darkened.

He looked up and stared coldly at Greg, saying, “Kid, if you want to stay, stay; if you don’t, get out. Don’t delay my treatment.”

Greg responded calmly, “From what I see, this isn’t saving a life—it’s harming one.”

Hearing this, the elder’s face could no longer hide his anger, and he said coldly, “Terry, I can’t treat your wife’s illness. Go find someone else who can do it.”

Terry’s face darkened as he glared at Greg, “Barry Wolfe, right? Please leave, you’re not welcome here. Don’t disturb Doctor Sun treating my wife.”

Greg glanced at Terry’s wife, who was lying on the bed looking drowsy, and said lightly,

“Are you sure you want me to leave? If this keeps up, your wife will soon be gone.”

“Bullshit!”

When Terry heard Greg say his wife was on her last legs, he became furiously angry, “Get out, you’re not welcome here!”

“Death to those who insult the Grandmaster!”

Duncan, afraid that Terry’s anger might provoke Greg and bring disaster, roared loudly.

Terry had been out of the martial world for years and had not heard of the Magician’s reputation, so naturally, he did not take Greg seriously.

Upon hearing Duncan’s words, Terry’s complexion shifted slightly, a flicker of wariness crossing his eyes, but he maintained his composure and said,

“So what if he’s a Grandmaster? Does that give him the right to disrupt someone else’s treatment?”

“No.”

Greg replied indifferently, “So, just make sure you don’t beg me later.”

“Beg you? What a joke!”

Terry sneered, full of disdain.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster might be formidable, but that didn’t mean he was also adept at healing.

The elderly Doctor Sun pointed toward the door and said, “Friend, please leave and remember to close the door behind you.”

Greg Jensen glanced again at Terry Cooke’s wife lying on the bed and said, “If I were you, I wouldn’t continue to use the method of dispelling dampness to give her acupuncture.”

“Get out!”

Old Master Sun truly became angry this time. A youngster who hadn’t even grown a full set of hair, questioning his medical skills over and over again—did he really think he was made of mud?

Greg Jensen snorted with a smirk and shook his head as he walked out.

“Old Terry, you’re going to regret this.”

Duncan Kong had utmost trust in Greg Jensen.

In his view, since Greg Jensen said that Terry Cooke’s wife was nearing her end, then that was indeed the case.

If Terry Cooke didn’t believe it, then he was merely asking for trouble.

Duncan Kong dropped a remark and then followed Greg Jensen outside.

“Boss, I’m sorry, Terry Cooke is a bit stubborn, but his Kung Fu is still pretty good.

He won the respect of the entire Martial Way community in Liangzhou with just his Eight Forms Palm.”

“Eight Forms Palm?”

Greg Jensen’s interest was piqued as he asked, “What’s his relation to that Alexander Lewis from before?”

“They’re considered martial brothers, but their relationship isn’t good, and it seems like they also hold grudges.

Because Alexander Lewis joined their school to learn the art, and after mastering the Eight Forms Palm, he betrayed the school.”

Duncan Kong paused, then continued, “It’s said that their master really liked Alexander Lewis. Since he left the school, their master fell ill and soon passed away.

To avenge his master, Terry Cooke even went to find Alexander Lewis, intending to clean house for his master. But in the end, Terry Cooke was soft-hearted and let Alexander Lewis off.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen nodded. Since the martial brothers were on bad terms, he felt relieved. He had just killed Alexander Lewis not long ago; if Terry Cooke came after him for revenge, that would be quite entertaining.

“Boss, should we go back?”

“No, we’ll just wait in the car.”

Greg Jensen said confidently, “It won’t be long before Terry Cooke comes to beg us.”

“Hmm, then… we’ll just wait a bit.”

Duncan Kong felt his words were somewhat mystical but didn’t voice his thoughts. He stepped forward to open the car door for Greg Jensen, then sat down in the driver’s seat.

…

Inside the clinic, Terry Cooke’s wife had fallen into a coma.

Amyotrophy, also known as Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis in Western medicine, begins with stiffness and atrophy of the muscles starting from the back, until the entire body loses sensation and becomes immobile.

The cause of this disease has not been clarified to this day, and even within Chinese medicine, there are various possible etiologies.

Damp-heat, trauma, blood stasis, suppressed emotions, and so on.

Watching his wife fall into a coma once more, Terry Cooke couldn’t help but ask, “Dr. Sun, how is my wife doing?”

Old Master Sun shook his head and sighed, “Her situation is not optimistic. I estimate she only has one or two months left, and she could leave us at any time.

My treatment isn’t having much of an effect, only managing to delay the inevitable a little.”

As he said this, he frowned and continued, “According to the records in the ‘Inner Canon,’ her amyotrophy should be caused by damp-heat. Why then is there no effect?”

Terry Cooke forced a smile, “It’s already very good. If it weren’t for Dr. Sun, my wife might have passed away a long time ago.”

Just then, the woman lying on the bed suddenly opened her mouth wide, gasping for air as if she couldn’t breathe, and took a deep breath, making a sound similar to a bellows.

“Heh…”

Her body stiffened and began to tremble involuntarily.

Old Master Sun’s face changed, and he quickly felt the woman’s pulse, exclaiming, “Impossible, how could she suffer an attack so quickly?”

Terry Cooke, with his face gone pale with anxiety, said, “Dr. Sun, what should we do now? You must save my wife.”

Old Master Sun did not dare to delay, quickly taking out the silver needles and giving the woman another acupuncture treatment.