The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 503: Chapter 503 Visitor_1

Greg Jensen looked at Terry Cooke in front of him and said with satisfaction, “How do you feel?”

At those words, Cooke swung his fist excitedly, about to speak, when he saw a beam of energy burst forth from his fist, shooting straight toward an expensive ancient painting on the wall.

Jensen’s face changed dramatically. The Wind Control Skill activated on its own, and with a flash, he appeared in front of the ancient painting, then with a slap, he dispersed the energy beam.

Only then did he relax slightly, looking back at the ancient painting with relief.

“Boss, I’m sorry, I… I lost control for a moment.”

“It’s okay, go back to your room and consolidate your realm,”

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Jensen waved his hand nonchalantly, appearing completely unconcerned.

Cooke breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, “Okay, I’m going now.”

After saying this, he left the room without looking back.

Seeing him leave, Jensen’s expression changed again. He ran to lock the door, then took out a flashlight and crouched in front of the ancient painting for a long time. Seeing that it was indeed undamaged, he finally felt completely at ease.

“This Trey Holmes…”

Jensen paused, exhaled a turbid breath, and shook his head, “Never mind, a painting is just an object after all.”

He touched the ancient painting with a hint of sorrow, shook his head again, and walked into the bathroom, planning to wash off the sweat on his body.

After a shower, his pent-up frustration disappeared.

After all, having just gained a Grandmaster-level subordinate, Jensen was in a good mood.

With Duncan Kong, Xavier Cooper, and the newly-minted Grandmaster Terry Cooke, as well as the semi-Grandmaster Thomas Lampe living in seclusion in Jamae City, Jensen now had three Grandmaster-level subordinates and one half-step Grandmaster.

Brandon Brent and Theo Carter had already advanced to the Bright Energy Phase, while Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley were friends, not subordinates.

Cole Barnett, Max Milton, and others were also strong, at least much stronger than the average person.

Besides that, there were Fraser Simmons and Bradley Ford, but those were overt connections that couldn’t be used lightly.

Even so, Jensen was content.

With his current strength, except for the Stuart Family, there was no one in Jamae Province who could pose as his adversary.

“The Stuart Family…”

Jensen frowned and, thinking of the imminent meeting with Miss Stuart Nine, felt a tinge of anticipation.

If he could cooperate with the Stuart Family, he could step into the Seven Provinces Martial Arts Competition and then gain more benefits.

Perhaps then, the ingredients for the Qi Condensing Pill would be easier to obtain?

Having drained his True Qi for two consecutive days, Jensen couldn’t help but feel a bit drained himself and spent the next few days at home practicing his Qi Refinement.

Every morning, he stood by the window absorbing the morning energy, and the rest of the time, he relied on Qi Condensing Pills to practice the Guidance Technique.

Of course, being drained had its benefits.

Through these two days of practice, Jensen noticed that after being completely drained, the speed of True Qi growth was noticeably faster than before.

He had noticed this phenomenon as early as the fourth level of Qi Refinement but had never had the opportunity to completely drain his True Qi.

He decided that whenever he had free time, he would find a secluded place to unleash a few Falling thunder techniques and completely drain his True Qi.

Of course, this was only feasible if he could ensure his safety.

Otherwise, if he drained himself only to encounter an enemy right afterwards, that would really be quite the predicament.

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Late at night.

Lights gradually went out in the Stuart Family estate, but a few lamps were still lit in the home of Lord Stuart Seven.

In the study, Lord Stuart Seven put down the phone with a trace of joy on his face.

Naomi Milton immediately asked, “What’s made you so happy?”

Lord Stuart Seven smiled cryptically and lowered his voice, “The folks on the other end just called, everything is ready.”

Milton’s eyes brightened, her face also showing joy, but she quickly turned serious.

She hesitated, then whispered, “Don’t forget to remind them to wait for Glen Wolfe to be home before…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already told them, and even sent them a photo of Barry Wolfe, so there can’t be any mistake.”

“Hmm, that’s good then.”

Naomi Milton nodded her head and then burst into joyful laughter.

As she laughed, tears started to spill from the corners of her eyes, “Big brother, don’t be in such a hurry, I’ll be sending Barry Wolfe down to see you very soon!”

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In the early morning, after Greg Jensen had swallowed the morning’s purple Qi, he didn’t continue to practice the Guidance Technique but instead freshened up and changed into a rather decent coarse cloth robe.

The night before, Glen Wolfe had called to remind Greg Jensen that Max Milton would be arriving in the province city that morning and then coming straight over.

Greg Jensen was somewhat expectant of Max Milton’s arrival and naturally did not want to handle it carelessly.

“Nannan, pour me a cup of tea…”

He called out casually, and after waiting for a while, he didn’t hear Trey Holmes’s voice.

Only then did he remember that in the morning she said she was going to the Simmons family villa to go shopping with Amelia Simmons and the housekeeper had gone with her as well.

A couple of days ago, Terry Cooke and his wife had moved to their newly purchased house, leaving Greg Jensen alone in the villa.

“Sigh, this assistant is getting more and more presumptuous.”

Greg Jensen sighed, stood up, found some tea leaves, and began to fiddle with the teaware in front of him.

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At the provincial city airport, a small private plane touched down.

With the cabin door opening, a tall woman disembarked.

She wore a scarf on her head and large sunglasses on her face, a gray trench coat enveloped her figure, and she was coupled with black boots, exuding a strong professional woman’s vibe, the typical attire of a powerful woman.

This woman was none other than the ninth young miss of the Stuart Family—Max Milton.

“Miss Milton, the car is ready.”

“Mm.”

Max Milton nodded her head and chose not to take the shuttle bus, instead getting into a private car that had driven into the airport.

“Miss, where to?”

“The hilltop villa.”

The assistant hesitated for a moment before saying, “Miss, you’ve just returned…”

“It’s fine, let’s go to the hilltop villa first.”

“All right.”

The assistant pressed the comms button on the front row and instructed, “To the Wolfe family’s hilltop villa.”

After speaking, she turned her head back and couldn’t help but complain, “What’s so special about this Barry Wolfe, to make Miss have to run over there as soon as she’s back?”

“If it were just a matter of being formidable, there wouldn’t be such a need.”

Max Milton looked out at the passing scenery with a hint of worry climbing her brow, and sighed, “A Grandmaster in his twenties is far more than just formidable.”

The car sped towards its destination, shortly arriving at the hilltop villa.

After getting out of the car, the assistant noticed that no one was there to greet them and couldn’t help feeling dissatisfied, “This Barry Wolfe has gone too far, not even waiting at the door for Miss Milton.”

“Shut up! You wait outside, I will go in alone.”

Max Milton ordered and walked into the yard by herself.

Inside the villa, Greg Jensen was sitting at a tea table, sipping tea while reading a book, but his ears were carefully tuned to the sounds outside.

Hearing the sound of the car outside, he slowly stood up, walked out of the study, and looked downstairs.

Steady footsteps, echoing a balanced rhythm, got closer and closer.

Soon, a fashionably dressed woman entered.

Greg Jensen asked, “Max Milton?”