The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 532: Chapter 532 Hero Out of Youth_1

Old Master Lincoln looked somewhat bewildered and took a good while staring at Theressa Locke before he responded, “It seems I’ve taken a nap, but that nap felt incredibly long.”

“Haha, more than just long, you’ve been asleep for over a month.”

“Ah, I’ve slept that long?”

“You were poisoned, and it’s all thanks to Theressa for finding a Divine Doctor. Otherwise, this time it could’ve been really dangerous for you.”

“Theressa is a good child…”

Seeing such a fatherly and filial scene made Old Master Lincoln’s third sister and Lance Law, who were standing nearby, so angry their faces turned dark.

They had gone to great lengths to invite Master Sun the Divine Doctor, hoping Lance Law could make an appearance before the Old Master to gain a position in the Lincoln family’s enterprises.

Now it turned out that Theressa had stolen all the limelight.

Greg Jensen watched the expressions of this mother and son duo and guessed most of their thoughts. He laughed coldly to himself, walked out, and sat down on a bench nearby to enjoy the scenery.

After an unaccountable span of time, Theressa Locke rushed out from inside and, upon seeing Greg Jensen sitting on the bench, she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“Greg, why did you come out here?”

Theressa exclaimed in surprise, “Right, I forgot to ask you, didn’t you say my grandfather wouldn’t wake up so soon?”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “Yes, I said he wouldn’t wake up within two hours.”

Hearing this, Theressa realized she had been played and couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

“My grandfather wants to meet you.”

“Let’s go.”

Greg Jensen followed Theressa back to the bedroom and found that Old Master Lincoln had already managed to sit up and seemed in good spirits.

Old Master Lincoln was taken aback to see how young Greg Jensen was and exclaimed, “Are you the Divine Doctor Theressa brought here?”

Greg Jensen replied, “Divine Doctor is too grand a title for me, but yes, I did help clear the poison from your system.”

Upon hearing this, Old Master Lincoln couldn’t help but express his admiration, “The saying that heroes are often young is indeed no lie!”

“You flatter me, Old Master.”

Greg Jensen modestly deflected the compliment, then began to inquire about Old Master Lincoln’s health, took his pulse, and gave him some advice on what to be careful about.

Old Master Lincoln, with the kind smile of an elder, listened attentively to everything Greg Jensen said.

After making sure he had explained all the precautions clearly, the Lincoln family specially held a banquet to honor Greg Jensen and Master Sun the Divine Doctor.

Master Sun had no business being there in principle; not only had he failed to cure Old Master Lincoln, but he had almost killed him. By all rigs of sense, he should’ve left with his tail between his legs.

But Master Sun had a thick skin and brazenly tagged along. Noah Locke didn’t have the heart to send him packing.

Feeling satisfied after eating and drinking his fill, Master Sun shamelessly asked for Greg Jensen’s contact details and then left contentedly.

Noah Locke served some hot tea and chatted with Greg Jensen as they drank: “Mr. Xu, please stay in Mystic City for a few more days so we can show you some proper hospitality.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and said, “I’ve heard there’s an auction tonight, and I plan to check it out. If there’s nothing else, I’ll probably head back tomorrow.”

“So soon?”

Noah Locke was taken aback and said, “It’s not often you visit; why not stay a few extra days and have some fun?”

“I have many matters to attend to at home, and there’s always a chance to come again in the future.”

Greg Jensen looked at his eager smile and suddenly remembered Samantha Adams’ warning.

Are they planning to get me to stay and help out?

Old Master Lincoln had mysteriously been poisoned, and although the poison was now gone, it seemed like the Lincoln family wasn’t at all concerned about the source of the poison, as if they knew exactly who was behind it.

Thinking of this, Greg Jensen became more convinced of the thought in his mind.

Surely the Lincoln family faced some great trouble and were thus trying to gather any resource they could to help them through this crisis.

Helping out was fine, but Noah Locke’s attitude really put Greg Jensen off.

Beating around the bush, expecting himself to stay and then waiting for him to offer help voluntarily?

What was he thinking?

Moreover, he came for Theresa Locke’s sake, and if there truly was something that needed help, it should be Theresa who asked for it, not anyone else.

What did Ronald Locke count for?

Although he was also a fighter at the Master Realm, his aura was mixed and impure, clearly the result of using Elixirs to boost his powers.

If it came down to a fight, Greg could beat him several times over.

Seeing that Greg had no intention of staying, Ronald Locke turned to Theresa, gave her a meaningful look, and said,

“Theresa, your friend has come all this way, why don’t you show him around Mystic City for a few days?”

Theresa’s expression stiffened, and after a moment of silence, she said, “Let’s not, Greg has quite a lot on his plate back in Qin province. If he wants to go back, he can. He can come over another time when he’s free.”

Greg bowed his head and continued to sip his tea.

Ronald Locke’s face turned slightly unpleasant; he glared at Theresa, made small talk for a while, then stood up and smiled,

“I’ll go check on father first. Mr. Jensen, please make yourself at home. If you need anything, just ask Theresa to take care of it for you.”

“Alright, Mr. Locke, take your time.”

Greg watched Ronald Locke walk away, then turned back to Theresa and said, “Is there something going on with the Locke family?”

A fleeting unusual light passed through Theresa’s eyes, and with an embarrassed laugh, she said, “No big deal, what can possibly happen to our family in Mystic City?”

Seeing her reluctance to talk, Greg didn’t press any further. He glanced at the time and said, “It’s almost time; shall we head over?”

“Sure.”

Theresa stood up and looked at Greg’s casual outfit, “Greg, do you want to change your clothes?”

“Change clothes?”

Greg asked in surprise, “Is there a specific requirement for the auction?”

“Not really.”

“Then I won’t change, this outfit is comfortable.”

Theresa nodded without saying anything further, led him to the garage, casually picked a Mercedes SUV, and drove straight to the city center.

The auction this time, or more precisely a charity dinner, wasn’t highly formal. Most of the attendees were young people, but they were still dressed formally according to the event’s customs.

Suits, tuxedos, evening gowns, and cocktail dresses, as far as the eye could see, it was a sight of elegance, making Greg, in his casual clothes, stand out like a sore thumb.

No sooner had they entered than they drew everyone’s attention.

“I told you to change into another outfit, didn’t I?” Theresa said a bit awkwardly.

Looking around at all the formal attire, Greg touched his nose and said, “You didn’t say that everyone would be wearing formal dress, though.”

At that moment, a voice full of surprise rang out, “Mr. Jensen, what brings you here?”

Greg looked up to see Jason Preston coming over from inside, with Samantha Adams by his side.

Both women were wearing slim, elegant dresses, which made them look noble and perfectly accentuated their curves.

The difference was that Jason’s dress was sea blue, while Samantha’s was black.

The former carried an air of liveliness, while the latter presented a more solemn appearance.

Samantha said with a smile, “Hello, Mr. Jensen, wasn’t expecting to meet you again so soon.”

Greg replied calmly, “Yeah, it’s quite a coincidence.”

Just then, a sarcastic voice sounded, “Yo, isn’t this the young Master Locke? I heard your grandfather is seriously ill; how can you still be in the mood to come out and have fun?”