The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 495: Chapter 495 Not in Vain in the World of Martial Arts_1

“Cough cough…”

“Laurel, you’re awake.”

Seeing this, Terry Cooke hurried over, and upon seeing his wife truly open her eyes, he couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Laurel Milton struggled to open her eyes, looking around blankly; her gaze landed on Terry Cooke, and a tender smile immediately appeared on her somewhat haggard face.

“Terry…”

“Laurel, you… you can talk now?”

Terry Cooke was completely stunned, his heart’s joy overshadowed by the shock of the moment.

You have to understand that Laurel Milton had been sick for many years. In the beginning, it was just constant trouble with her legs, but then it slowly developed into full-body paralysis, and later she even lost the ability to speak.

When Terry Cooke communicated with her, it was entirely a mix of guessing and conjecturing.

In comparison, the doctor beside them was utterly lost for words.

No one knew Laurel Milton’s condition better than he did, not even Terry Cooke. She had been on the brink of death, and in the span of a moment, not only had she come back to life, but she could also speak.

This was nothing short of a miracle!

The doctor didn’t even know how to describe his feelings anymore, but one thing was certain—he was thoroughly convinced of Greg Jensen’s skills now.

“Laurel, you actually started speaking, that’s great, that’s so great…”

Terry Cooke finally came to his senses and hugged his wife tightly, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you speak.”

“Terry, it’s been… hard for you…”

Laurel Milton, after being paralyzed for so long, still spoke with some difficulty.

Seeing this, Terry Cooke quickly got up and first bowed deeply to Greg Jensen, then asked with a face full of concern: “Mr. Wolfe, my wife’s illness…”

Greg Jensen took Laurel Milton’s pulse and said calmly, “Her condition is stable for now, but it will take a while before she can fully recover.”

Again, Terry Cooke was taken aback, looking at Greg Jensen incredulously, “Fully recover? When you say fully recover, you mean…”

Greg Jensen explained, “That’s right, the way you’re thinking—she’ll be able to get out of bed and walk on her own, though there might be some differences compared to a normal person, considering the length of the paralysis.”

“Can she really recuperate to that extent?”

Terry Cooke couldn’t believe his ears. When his wife first fell ill, he had taken her everywhere in search of a cure.

But after they had visited every possible place within the country, he had given up on that idea.

After some hospitals had made attempts to treat her and found no effects, they had simply given up.

And some hospitals, upon learning of her condition, wouldn’t even admit her, saying outright that they could not treat her.

This had made Terry Cooke lose all hope, to the extent he had even considered committing suicide with his wife.

He could have never imagined that now someone could give him hope again—and although this person was young, his medical skills were certainly impressive, even miraculous.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Greg Jensen could make Laurel Milton speak again was enough to confirm his medical expertise.

Terry Cooke, thinking of how he had treated Greg Jensen earlier, was filled with regret and cursed himself for failing to recognize what was good for him.

Barry Wolfe had gone out of his way to approach him, yet he had treated the man like a charlatan.

But instead of resenting him, Barry Wolfe had repaid evil with kindness, saving his wife’s life.

With such generosity of spirit, no wonder Duncan Kong was willing to follow him!

Realizing this, Terry Cooke felt like a complete bastard, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Let me prescribe a formula for you to start with for a few days. Once the patient’s condition has slightly improved, you can bring her to Qin Province to see me.”

“This illness can’t be rushed; stabilizing the condition is the top priority. After that, we’ll treat it slowly. I estimate it will take about a year and a half for her to recover considerably.”

Greg Jensen took the paper and pen placed nearby, pondered deeply, and then wrote down a prescription. He handed it directly to Doctor Sun.

“Leave this prescription with you for now, take it for seven days, and then we’ll see,” he said.

Doctor Sun hurriedly took the prescription, looked it over several times, and then exclaimed in surprise, “Is it really due to qi and blood stasis?”

Greg Jensen glanced at him and said, “It should be qi and blood stasis caused by an external injury, which then led to flaccid weakness.”

“This…”

Doctor Sun’s face showed puzzlement; he wanted to ask Greg Jensen but felt somewhat embarrassed to speak up.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen took the initiative to explain some of the key points, and Doctor Sun was greatly enlightened. He was as excited as a child with a new toy, thanking Greg Jensen profusely.

After everything was arranged, Greg Jensen also stood up to leave. It was as if his sole purpose for coming was to treat Laurel Milton’s illness; he didn’t mention recruiting Terry Cooke at all.

Just before leaving, Terry Cooke chased after him. The burly man, standing at 1.85 meters with tears shimmering in his eyes, looked directly at Greg Jensen and said resolutely:

“Boss, once my wife’s health improves a bit, I’ll head to Qin Province to join you. I hope you won’t despise me.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen finally cracked a smile, patted his shoulder, casually handed him a bank card with a balance of a million, got into the car, and with Duncan Kong driving, they left.

Holding the bank card in his hand and watching the receding car, Terry Cooke’s tears finally slid down his face uncontrollably.

To return good for evil—this is the mark of a person destined for great things!

Following such a boss, even if one cannot make a big name in the business world, one could still leave a mark in the martial world.

At least it wouldn’t be a waste to have walked the world of rivers and lakes!

…

After leaving Terry Cooke’s home, Duncan Kong was planning to drive straight back to the provincial city, but Greg Jensen, who was sitting in the backseat resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up, “Where does Thomas Lampe live?”

“Thomas Lampe?”

Duncan Kong’s heart skipped a beat, and he said in a daze, “Boss, you’re not really thinking of helping Xavier Cooper kill him, are you?

I know about Thomas Lampe; he’s definitely not the extremely vicious type. The rumors out there are all utterly baseless.”

Greg Jensen opened his eyes and looked at Duncan Kong’s face through the rearview mirror, speaking with interest, “From what you say, you know Thomas Lampe well?”

“Not really well, had a fight with him once.”

“Who won?”

Duncan Kong’s face flickered with embarrassment, saying, “It was neither a loss nor a win, but I know he held back.”

“Oh? Thomas Lampe can hold back?”

Now Greg Jensen was intrigued.

His reputation as a frivolous Magician was quite well-known, but the name Thomas Lampe was indeed a presence that could stop children from crying at night.

According to rumors, Thomas Lampe killed his own brother and sister-in-law, often exterminating entire households, truly the epitome of extreme viciousness.

Yet, according to Duncan Kong, the real Thomas Lampe seemed very different from his reputation.

“Wasn’t it said that you two had a grudge, and fought to the death?” Greg Jensen asked curiously.

Duncan Kong gave a wry smile, saying, “Those are just rumors, not to be taken seriously. In reality, although Thomas Lampe is a loner, he’s not inherently bad.”

“What about those righteous martial artists who chased after him?” Greg Jensen asked, puzzled.

Duncan Kong curled his lips, saying, “Righteous martial artists my foot; they were just a few hired desperados, out of which five or six died, and only one came back. @@novelbin@@

If it were you, you’d probably fight to promote your own reputation too, wouldn’t you?”