The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 502: Chapter 502 Breakthrough_1

The guest bedroom was very quiet.

Terry Cooke held his breath, not daring to even take a deep breath, as he anxiously watched Greg Jensen’s hand.

After what felt like a long time, Greg Jensen suddenly stopped.

Terry Cooke was jolted awake and realized that his wife had fallen asleep.

“Mr. Wolfe, how is my wife doing?”

Greg Jensen let out a sigh and said indifferently, “I’ve just helped her sort out her withered meridians. She will need a long period of herbal treatment afterward, so prepare yourself mentally.

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If everything goes well, she should regain sensation in her hands in about two months.”

“Okay, no problem.”

Upon hearing this, Terry Cooke was overjoyed. After so many years, there was finally hope for his wife’s condition. What’s a little more waiting?

Not just two months, he could wait even two years.

Greg Jensen took out a Little Reviving Pill and handed it to Terry Cooke, instructing him, “Scrape a bit of powder off before she goes to sleep and have her take it; it will help her quickly recover the blocked meridians in her body.”

“Alright.”

“Hmm, you two just rest in this room for now. After you find a house tomorrow, have them help you move.”

Greg Jensen said warmly, “Don’t feel too constrained here. If you need anything, just tell Nan. Also, if you have any particular requests for your future house, you can tell her as well.”

“Okay, thank you, boss.”

“Hmm.”

After seeing to the couple, Greg Jensen returned to his room to take stock of the elixirs he had on hand.

He still had plenty of Qi Condensing Pills—those were made by Amelia Simmons. There were also the newly made Qi Condensing Pills, so there was no immediate worry about those, but now there was only one Little Reviving Pill left after giving one to Terry Cooke.

This item was crucial for saving lives; he needed to prepare more ahead of time.

Greg Jensen sent a message to Glen Wolfe, asking him to help gather the ingredients for the Little Reviving Pill, and then took out a Qi Condensing Pill and started to practice the Guidance Technique.

The period of Dual Cultivation had significantly increased his True Qi, but since he had run out of Qi Condensing Pills, he hadn’t practiced the Guidance Technique much. Now was the perfect time to catch up.

The moonlight was soft and serene.

Greg Jensen sat solemnly on the bed, the vast medicinal power turning into a raging torrent, coursing through his meridians under the guidance of True Qi.

As the True Qi circulated continually, some impurities slowly peeled off and were expelled from the body with each breath.

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At dawn, with the sunrise comes a streak of purple qi from the east.

Greg Jensen took a deep breath, drawing the strand of purple qi into his body. His already steady True Qi began to circulate anew.

To consume the morning qi nourishes the yang and benefits the yin.

Greg Jensen had never paid attention to this before, but after trying it, he discovered that consuming morning qi increased his True Qi almost as much as one session of Dual Cultivation.

And this qi was extremely pure, containing not a trace of impurities, not requiring any purification through the Guidance Technique.

“Looks like I need to start getting up earlier,” he said.

Having not slept all night, Greg Jensen felt no fatigue whatsoever. On the contrary, a night of cultivation had left him feeling reinvigorated.

After freshening up, he went downstairs and found that Terry Cooke and his wife were already awake and chatting with the housekeeper in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Morning, boss.”

Greg Jensen nodded and asked, “How is your wife feeling?”

Terry Cooke replied with excitement, “She gained some sensation in her upper body when she woke up this morning.”

“Hmm, that’s a good sign. She should recover soon.”

Laurel Milton said with a smile, “It’s all thanks to Mr. Wolfe’s treatment. Thank you, Mr. Wolfe.”

“You’re welcome.”

Greg Jensen waved his hand and said to Terry Cooke, “Come to my room after dinner, and prepare to enter the Master Realm.”

Upon hearing this, Terry Cooke became excited and stuttered, “Okay…okay.”

After dinner, Greg Jensen took Terry Cooke back to his room and then took out a silver needle to begin sterilization.

“It might hurt a bit later, but you must keep your mind clear. You absolutely mustn’t lose focus and need to circulate your True Qi according to the Cultivation Technique I modified for you yesterday, understand?”

“Understood!”

Terry Cooke said through clenched teeth.

He didn’t know what kind of pain he would face, but he knew he couldn’t let his boss’s kindness go to waste.

He could see that yesterday, for treating his wife’s illness and for sorting out his own meridians, Greg Jensen had exhausted all his True Qi.

Even so, once he had recovered his True Qi, the boss still found him, wanting to set him on the path to becoming a Grandmaster.

When the boss himself had never complained about the hardship, how could he, because of a little pain, hold his boss back?

Seeing his determination, Greg Jensen didn’t think much further. @@novelbin@@

Terry Cooke was different from Fraser Simmons. When he applied acupuncture to Fraser, he was paralyzed, and his body had already lost sensation.

More importantly, Fraser was only transitioning from the Later Stage of Dark Strength to being a half-step Grandmaster, which was essentially the process from the Later Stage to the Complete Dark Power.

Although there was a breakthrough, he had not yet crossed a major threshold.

Terry Cooke, however, was different; he was going from the Dark Strength Period to entering the Master Realm, and the breakthrough was at a threshold level.

If such breakthroughs could be achieved easily, then there wouldn’t be so many supremely talented individuals looking on with envy and sighs.

Thus, when Greg Jensen’s silver needle pierced into him, Terry Cooke’s face immediately contorted with pain.

The pain, indescribable and intense, came crashing in like a tide, so agonizing that his muscles involuntarily trembled.

To the point where he subconsciously tried to struggle free.

“Maintain a clear spiritual platform!”

A sharp command exploded next to Terry Cooke’s ear, jolting him into a shudder and snapping him back to reality.

Looking up, he saw Greg Jensen’s slightly pale face.

Realizing the situation, Terry Cooke immediately clenched his teeth and persevered.

Silver needle after silver needle pierced into his body, and Greg Jensen’s True Qi followed them in.

This time, the consumption was even more severe than yesterday when his meridians were being cleared.

Almost in the blink of an eye, most of the True Qi was gone.

Reckless!

Greg Jensen had not anticipated that breaking through to the Master Realm would require so much support from True Qi, and he felt a tinge of regret.

But it was too late for regrets. Giving up now, Terry Cooke would at best lose all his powers and become a cripple; at worst, he would lose his life.

Aiden Clark, let’s go all out!

Greg Jensen gritted his teeth internally, seized the opportunity to pop a Qi Condensing Pill into his mouth, and then focused all his energy, not daring to slack in the slightest.

Time passed, and just when both of them were almost at their limits, there was a hiss, as if something had been pierced through.

The True Qi suddenly found its path, freely flowing now, following the route Greg Jensen had modified for him, and started to circulate on its own.

Greg Jensen took a long breath, realizing that he was already drenched in sweat.

A moment later, Terry Cooke also opened his eyes, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling:

“Thank you, boss, for saving my wife, thank you for helping me break through, I…”

Greg Jensen frowned and did not reach out to help him up, but instead said, “Get up, there’s no need for all these mundane courtesies with me.”

“Yes, boss.”

If Greg Jensen had reached out to help him up, Terry Cooke might not have found it as easy to get up, but seeing Greg Jensen’s indifferent face, his heart suddenly stirred unease.

An invisible pressure hit him head-on, leaving no room for dissent in Terry Cooke’s mind; he obediently stood up.