The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 527 - The Lin Family_1
Chapter 527 -527 The Lin Family_1
Theresa Locke enthusiastically walked over, arms open wide, seemingly wanting to hug Greg Jensen.
Greg Jensen pushed him away with disdain and said speechlessly, “Two grown men hugging, what’s that about?”
“Haha, it’s just to express how much I’ve missed you.”
“Get out of here, I haven’t missed you.”
Theresa Locke laughed heartily and personally opened the car door for Greg Jensen, saying, “Bro Jensen, let’s go, get in the car. I’m going to treat you to a good meal first.”
A smile appeared on Greg Jensen’s face, he nodded, and got into the nanny van.
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Theresa Locke took a seat next to Greg Jensen. As the car slowly started, Greg Jensen realized that the two vehicles in front and behind were actually together.
The vehicles in front and behind were both noticeably modified off-road vehicles, likely carrying bodyguards, who might even be armed.
Picking someone up from the airport and all this caution?
After all, the Locke family’s influence in Mystic City wasn’t weak; who would dare attack the young master of the Locke family here?
No sign of nervousness could be seen on Theresa Locke’s face; he was still giggling and joking as usual.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen felt that there shouldn’t be any major issues, so he didn’t take it too seriously.
The small convoy arrived at a high-end restaurant. The vehicles in front and behind opened their doors first, and several bodyguards in black got out.
Seeing the bulges at their waists, clearly concealing weapons, Greg Jensen’s brow involuntarily furrowed.
Noticing this, Theresa Locke laughed and said, “No helping it, I had some trouble a little while back, and my family wouldn’t rest easy unless I went out with bodyguards. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even let me out.”
Greg Jensen nodded understandingly and followed Theresa Locke out of the car and into the restaurant.
The restaurant had a nice atmosphere and good food. The two chatted as they ate and got along quite pleasantly.
In fact, they had only really spent two days together, but from the start, they got along famously, like old friends who hadn’t seen each other for years.
After the meal, the pair got back into the car.
Theresa Locke asked with a smile, “Bro Jensen, do you want to take a nap first?”
“No need, let’s go see the old man first.”
“Alright, then let’s head home.”
At Theresa Locke’s command, the car quickly drove into the Locke Manor.
The Locke Manor spread across a vast area, but unlike the East Peak Manor of the Stuart Family, which consisted of separate villas, the Locke Manor had a different style; it was designed in the style of a Suzhou garden.
With carved beams and painted rafters, artificial streams and rockeries, corridors and courtyards, it had everything one could imagine.
Amidst the waters and mountains sat quaint little blue-brick buildings that exuded elegance and charm, looking almost like palaces from a distance.
“Is the young master back?”
“Good day, young master.”
Theresa Locke, leading Greg Jensen, walked into the inner courtyard, entering the largest of the blue-brick buildings.
Several men and women sat in the living room, most of them over forty. Upon seeing Theresa Locke’s return, one of the middle-aged men asked, “Theressa’s back?”
“Yeah.”
Theresa Locke introduced, “Dad, let me introduce you. This is my friend Barry Wolfe, who came all the way from the northwest to see grandpa.”
“To see a doctor?”
Noah Locke gave his son a look and sized up Greg Jensen carefully, then squeezed out a smile: “Heh, thank you for the trouble.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Greg Jensen could tell the other party was skeptical. He frowned slightly and responded briefly.
Seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness, Theresa Locke cheerfully said, “Dad, you guys have a seat. I’m going to take Bro Jensen upstairs to see grandpa.”
After saying that, he started to lead Greg Jensen towards the second floor.
“Hold on a minute.”
“What’s wrong?”
Noah Locke glanced at Greg Jensen again and said, “Don’t worry, Lance has also found a doctor, who should be arriving soon.
After that doctor has had a look, let your friend take a look.”
Lance Law is Theresa Locke’s cousin from her aunt’s side. He who typically whiled away his days doing nothing—why was he so eager this time?
Could it be that he wanted to cure Grandpa’s illness to show off in front of him?
Theresa felt puzzled and said skeptically, “What’s the difference? It’s just a consultation, it won’t take more than a few minutes.”
At this moment, Aunt Locke sized up Greg Jensen and sneered, “Tell me, Theresa, your friend is so young, can he really practice medicine?”
Theresa frowned and said, “Auntie, what do you mean by that? If my friend didn’t know medicine, why would I bother bringing him all this way? Am I full and just killing time?”
Aunt Locke humphed and said, “He’s so young; even if he knows medicine, how much can he really understand?”
Theresa couldn’t help but respond sarcastically, “At least more than you!”
“You…”
Aunt Locke’s face turned dark, and she turned to her brother Noah Locke, exclaiming, “Big brother, look at this child!”
Noah Locke immediately scolded, “Theresa, how can you talk to your aunt like that? Go and apologize to her right now!”
“Auntie, I’m sorry to make you feel embarrassed.”
Theresa did not back down but rather laughed loudly, apologizing insincerely before pulling Greg Jensen upstairs.
Aunt Locke looked at their departing figures, nearly bursting with anger, and complained, “Big brother, look how spoiled this child is by you.”
“His mother passed away early, what can I do?”
Noah Locke sighed and said, “You too, why argue with a child.”
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“How am I arguing?”
Aunt Locke was somewhat annoyed and said, “His friend is so young, what kind of medical skill can he have? At his age, he probably hasn’t even graduated from college yet.
I’d rather believe he’s a swindler!”
Hearing this, others nodded, agreeing with Aunt Locke’s opinion.
Uncle Locke said, “Sister has a point, that kid might just be a swindler, right?”
“He doesn’t look like one to me. Theresa may be a bit mischievous usually, but she’s not a bad person at heart.”
“What’s the use of being good at heart? A swindler’s craftiness cannot be underestimated.”
“Right, I also think that kid is a swindler.”
The crowd was in a mess, everyone suspecting Greg Jensen was a scam artist.
Just then, a gaunt man walked in, followed by an old man with white hair and beard.
The gaunt man, pale with deep-set eyes that looked as if debauchery had drained his vitality, was Aunt Locke’s son Lance Law.
“Uncle, Mom, I’ve brought Doctor Sun over,” he announced.
“Ah, Doctor Sun, please come in,” they ushered warmly.
Doctor Sun hailed from Jiangsu and Zhejiang and was reputedly a descendant of the legendary Medical Saint Sun Simiao. He was incredibly skilled with the silver needle and was quite renowned in the regions around the Yangtze Delta.
Aunt Locke, eager to add some merits to her son’s name, had put in a lot of effort to persuade Doctor Sun to come and treat the old man.
Now that Doctor Sun had truly arrived, she grinned broadly, “My son is so capable, was the drive here exhausting for you?”
Lance Law smiled and said, “No worries, just four hours’ drive.”
“Lance has really grown up.”
“Yeah, once Grandpa wakes up and knows it was you who invited Doctor Sun, he’ll certainly be delighted.”
The other Lockes, though aware of Aunt Locke and her son’s slightly exaggerated words, still offered words of praise.
