The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 43 Cure the Disease_i

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Seeing Greg Jensen’s behavior, Chester Ware had already believed him by seventy to eighty percent.

However, admitting that he had wronged Greg Jensen in front of so many people was somewhat difficult for him to swallow.

Greg Jensen glanced at Chestor Ware and couldn’t help but laugh secretly to himself.

Old man!

Are you not yet frightened by this?

Greg Jensen was clear in his mind that for someone like Chestor Ware, suspicion was habitually strong.

The more proactive you are, the less seriously he takes you.

Therefore, he deliberately acted as if he didn’t want to deal with Chestor Ware and turned to walk outside.

The bodyguards, not having received any instructions, didn’t dare to stop him nor let him go, and could only look helplessly at Chestor Ware.

“Mr. Jensen, please wait!”

Just as Greg Jensen was about to walk out of the lobby, Chestor Ware suddenly stood up and called out to him.

He quickly walked up to Greg Jensen, bowed respectfully, and said sincerely, “Mr. Jensen, I’m sorry, I misjudged you earlier, please don’t take offense.” “Hmm, it’s fine.”

Greg Jensen graciously said, “I know I’m too young, so my credibility isn’t strong enough. It’s normal for you to doubt me.”

After speaking, he asked another question, “Do you believe me now?”

“I do, of course I do.”

Seeing that Greg Jensen didn’t take the opportunity to pressure him, Chestor Ware immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “Mr. Jensen, what about my illness…”

“It can be cured!”

Greg Jensen glanced at the other people and then said, “It’s noisy here with too many people; some things are not good to discuss in public. Come to Ms. Abbott’s office later; I’ll wait for you there.”

“I’ll go with you right now!”

“This… alright then.”

Chestor Ware didn’t even stop to eat, pulling Greg Jensen out with him.

Greg Jensen didn’t think too much of it, said a quick word to Lois Abbott, and then took Chestor Ware to her office.

After they left, the second floor lobby immediately erupted into a buzz.

“Ms. Abbott, who was that young man just now?”

“Yeah, what’s your relationship with him?”

Alfred Webb, relieved to have finally sorted things out with Chestor Ware, smirked subtly at the crowd’s inquiries, feeling somewhat proud.

“You’re talking about Greg? He’s a friend of my daughter.”

He said it casually, but he intentionally emphasized the word “friend.”

Someone joked, “What kind of friend? Looks to me like a boyfriend.”

“Haha, I think so too.”

“Lucky you, Alfred, for finding such a fine son-in-law.”

Alfred Webb smiled demurely, “One’s children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. 1 don’t meddle too much in the affairs of the young people, so I’m not too clear on the specifics either.”

As he spoke, he deliberately looked at Drew Walker.

Both were hoteliers, sworn enemies, and had known each other for more than

a decade, never exchanging pleasantries upon meeting.

Drew Walker, having been previously ridiculed by Greg Jensen, couldn’t resist sneering when he saw Alfred Webb’s smug expression,

“Heh, your corner of the mouth is nearly touching the sky from smirking, yet you still play coy?”

Alfred Webb continued proudly, “My hotel is doing better than yours, and my eye for a son-in-law is also better than yours, are you dissatisfied?”

“If you’re not convinced, I’ll just tell Greg not to treat your illness.” “You…”

Drew Walker was so angry his face turned ashen, but then he thought of his illness and immediately fell silent.

“Alright, let’s not dwell on this anymore. Without Mr. Ware here, we can’t let the drinking stop.”

“Exactly, I propose we all toast to Mr. Webb for his generous hospitality.”

“Yes, Mr. Webb, a toast to you.”

Alfred Webb raised his glass and laughed, “I should be thanking everyone for coming. Here’s to you all!”

“Miss Abbott is too kind…”

Everyone raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.

Just moments ago, no one was interested in Alfred Webb, but now he had become the main character at the table.

The Reverie Inn, silent for so long, was now seeing a turn of fortune, and it came with even greater opportunities.

Alfred Webb couldn’t help feeling triumphant, and his fondness for Greg Jensen shot up.

In Lois Abbott’s office, Greg Jensen sat on the sofa, taking Chestor Ware’s pulse.

Chestor Ware’s heart raced; despite many years in business, he had never encountered such a tense moment.

After a long while, Greg Jensen slowly released his hand and asked, “Mr. Ware, have you had these symptoms for two or three years?”

Chestor Ware thought for a moment and nodded, “About that, almost three years.”

“Hmm, you’ve been poisoned, and it’s chronic poisoning, at that.”

“Poisoned?”

Chestor Ware was stunned and asked in disbelief, “I haven’t offended anyone, how could I be poisoned?”

Greg Jensen shook his head, “I can’t provide an answer as to how you were poisoned.

The poison you’ve ingested is called Lingering Immortal Dew. At small doses, some of the toxins are expelled naturally from the body, leading to chronic poisoning.

If the dose were high, it would cause acute poisoning; at best, it would put you in a deep coma; at worst, it could be fatal.

Given your current condition, even a slight increase in dosage by the person poisoning you could lead to acute poisoning.”

Upon hearing this, Chestor Ware’s complexion changed drastically, and he asked anxiously, “Mr. Jensen, what should I do now?”

“Don’t panic, stay calm. This poison is just particularly insidious; it’s not difficult to deal with.”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment, then pulled out a blank piece of paper from Lois Abbott’s office desk and quickly wrote down a prescription, which he handed to Chestor Ware.

He firmly advised, “Mr. Ware, let me give you a piece of advice; don’t go home for the next couple of days. Check into a hotel instead, and have someone you trust procure and prepare the medication for you.

Take this medicine for seven consecutive days, and you can be assured of a cure.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jensen, I am so grateful…”

After Chestor Ware expressed his thanks, he suddenly realized something and looked at Greg Jensen with shock,

“Mr. Jensen, are you suggesting someone in my family is responsible for the poisoning?”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “What else? This is chronic poisoning; the intervals between each dose can’t be less than half a month, or the medicine’s effect is diminished.

Apart from your family, who else would have so many opportunities to poison you?”

Upon hearing this, Chestor Ware’s expression turned ugly. He nodded and said gravely, “I understand. Thank you, Mr. Jensen.”

“No trouble at all.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “You should go back to eating now, Mr. Ware. Don’t let anyone notice that something’s amiss.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Without saying much more, Chestor Ware stood up and returned to the second-floor hall.

Greg Jensen watched his retreating figure, somewhat taken aback and irritated, “Are wealthy people this stingy nowadays, not even a thank-you gift after being cured?”

He had hoped to gain some benefits, but ended up with nothing.

“Well, I’ll just consider it part of running the hotel and making connections for my woman,” he decided and let out an exasperated sigh, deciding to head to the kitchen to reward himself properly.

Before he could leave, Lois Abbott walked in.

“Greg, my dad praised you. He said you really are capable.”

“Haha, just average.”

Lois Abbott stood on tiptoes and kissed him, “Greg, thank you. If it hadn’t been for you, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

A mischievous smile spread across Greg’s face as his gaze roamed freely over her, and he asked, “So how do you want to thank me?”

Seeing that look in his eyes, Lois’s cheeks flushed, and she chided, “Stop it, what indecent things are you thinking of now?”

“I’m not thinking about anything, okay? I’m very serious,” Greg playfully pulled her into his embrace, still grinning mischievously, “I just want to sleep with you—that’s all, very seriously.”

“You… mmm….”