The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: Ready to Face Death Without Hesitation – 1

“Boss…”

“Please, have a seat; no need to stand up.”

When Greg Jensen walked in, Terry Cooke promptly stood up and respectfully bent his waist.

Laurel Milton, confined to her wheelchair, couldn’t move, but she also nodded and smiled at Greg Jensen.

“Let me first take your pulse.”

Greg Jensen sat down on the chair and began to take Laurel Milton’s pulse.

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Terry Cooke and Laurel Milton became instantly tense, staring motionless at Greg Jensen, hoping to discern something from his expression.

After a moment, Greg Jensen looked up and said, “Don’t worry, your wife’s condition hasn’t changed; Just continue with the previous treatment.”

Hearing his words, the couple both exhaled in relief.

Terry Cooke smiled and said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Wolfe.” @@novelbin@@

“It’s nothing.”

Greg Jensen turned back and said to Trey Holmes, “Trey, arrange a place for them to stay first.”

“Okay, boss.”

“Mhm.”

Greg Jensen nodded, then said to Terry Cooke, “You should stay here for one night. After we find a house, you can move there.”

“Boss, there’s no need for trouble; I can just rent a place later.”

“It’s no bother.”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment and then said, “Come with me to my study, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Alright.”

Terry Cooke stood up, gave his wife a couple of instructions, and then followed Greg Jensen to the second-floor study.

Once in the study, Greg Jensen took Terry Cooke’s pulse and felt the strength of his True Qi before asking,

“How long have you been stuck in the Dark Strength Period?”

“Uh, over ten years now, I guess…”

Terry Cooke said awkwardly, “I’m not quite sure, I’ve been so busy all these years trying to treat my wife, so…”

Greg Jensen shook his head and casually said, “No matter, prepare yourself; you’ll break into the Grandmaster realm tomorrow.”

“Ah?”

Terry Cooke gasped in surprise upon hearing this.

For a Martial Artist, stepping beyond the explicit strength period was incredibly challenging.

Firstly, transitioning from explicit strength to Dark Strength was the most difficult when the True Qi was about to be born.

It was like a layer of tissue paper; once you pierce through it, you’re past, but if you can’t break through, you’re doomed to linger in the explicit strength period forever.

Secondly, going from Dark Strength to the Grandmaster realm – some might find entering Dark Strength quite easy, even vowing to reach the Grandmaster realm in their lifetime.

However, the number of Dark Energy Martial Artists is vast, yet few ascend to the Master Realm.

This step is simply too hard without substantial personal accumulation, or guidance from a great teacher – one might never break through this barrier in their entire life.

Thus, it’s evident how difficult entering the Master Realm is.

So how could it be that the incredibly arduous Master Realm, when mentioned by the boss, seemed as simple as slicing melons and vegetables?

Terry Cooke was thoroughly stunned.

Initially, when he heard Barry Wolfe claiming publicly that he could help others enter the Master Realm, he thought it was just a publicity stunt to recruit people.

He never imagined it could be true!

Having already decided to follow Barry Wolfe, there’s no way he would be boasting at this point, right?

It wouldn’t make any sense!

At this point, he finally realized that his boss, seemed to have some mystery about him.

It was one thing to reach the Master Realm in one’s twenties, but to help someone else achieve that was simply the stuff of legend.

At this moment, Greg Jensen took out a bottle from the drawer and tossed it to Terry Cooke, saying,

“Here are some Elixirs to strengthen your True Qi. Take them immediately when you get back, and adjust your body properly. Your current state is unacceptable.”

“Yes… yes, of course.”

Terry Cooke had become numb; the Elixirs that would cost millions outside were given to him just like that, and in a whole bottle no less.

The boss’s resources were incredibly deep.

Afterward, Greg Jensen had Terry Cooke circulate his True Qi for one cycle and made some slight adjustments to the original route of his True Qi circulation.

Out of curiosity, Terry Cooke tried the modified True Qi route as instructed by Greg Jensen and was so astonished he found himself at a loss for words.

He had thought his own cultivation technique route was quite smooth as well.

But after comparing it to the modifications made by Greg Jensen, he finally understood what true smoothness was.

Feeling that unobstructed sense of comfort, Terry Cooke became convinced that Greg Jensen could indeed help him enter the Master Realm.

This, of course, made him extremely happy, for he had followed Greg Jensen with the intent of repaying the life-saving debt he owed him.

Yet, before he could even repay that debt, it seemed he was about to owe yet another favor.

Terry Cooke couldn’t help but feel emotional, truly, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay—ancient wisdom did not lie.

Greg Jensen was unaware of his inner thoughts; even if he knew, he wouldn’t mind. After sending Terry Cooke off, he went down to the kitchen to process the medicinal herbs that Glen Wolfe had previously delivered.

The materials for the Qi Condensing Pills this time were more abundant than before, enough to make at least two doses, which would last him about ten days to half a month.

Greg Jensen was in a good mood. Aside from taking a nap after lunch, he spent the rest of the time working in the kitchen until it got dark.

He didn’t move from there the entire day.

It wasn’t until dusk that he walked out of the kitchen, a small bottle containing Qi Condensing Pills in his pocket.

“After dinner, first go back to the bedroom. I’ll help you with acupuncture.”

“Sure.”

Upon his agreement, Terry Cooke followed Greg Jensen to the guest bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment before starting the acupuncture.

Terry Cooke felt a warm sensation on his back, as if some True Qi had entered his body.

Normally, if someone else’s True Qi entered his body, his own would instinctively fight back.

But this time, not only did his inner True Qi remain tranquil, it lazily followed the new True Qi around, starting to circulate.

Soon, Terry Cooke felt the warmth spreading throughout his body.

Wherever the True Qi reached, the old hidden injuries within his body healed without the need for medicine.

After a while, he felt as though his body had grown twenty years younger, brimming with vitality.

“Boss, what is this…”

Greg Jensen didn’t respond, but instead urged him to practice the new cultivation technique diligently. Then he returned to the master bedroom to rest.

To be honest, he wanted to relax too, but there was no helping it. Terry Cooke, as a seasoned half-step Grandmaster, had very profound True Qi.

To organize such an abundance of True Qi, the consumption for Greg Jensen was naturally much higher.

This time, not only had he exhausted all of his True Qi, but he had also spent a vast amount of energy.

Greg Jensen took a rest in the bedroom before resuming his cultivation practice. By the time he had sufficiently recovered, the sky had darkened.

After dinner, Greg Jensen took Laurel Milton to the guest bedroom and began to treat her with acupuncture.

The recently replenished True Qi began to flow massively into Laurel Milton’s body.

Terry Cooke, being a Dark Energy Martial Artist, was sensitive to the perception of True Qi.

That’s why, when he saw Greg Jensen tending to his wife’s illness without regard to his own expenditure, he was moved to tears.

In his heart, he silently swore that no matter what task he was given, he would not shirk it, even if it meant climbing mountains of swords or descending into seas of flames; he would never betray [him] in this life.