The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 538 - Night Talk_1

Chapter 538: Chapter 538 Night Talk_1

Late at night, inside the Locke family study.

“Theresa, what on earth are you thinking?”

Noah Locke’s face looked somewhat unpleasant as he questioned, “Don’t you know the current situation of our family?

The more strength we have, the more means of self-protection we possess. You said yourself that Barry Wolfe is very strong.

So why don’t you keep him here and ask for his help?”

Theresa Locke responded with dissatisfaction, “Dad, if you want to ask Barry for help, you can just say it directly. Why use an excuse of sightseeing?

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Barry is extremely sensitive. You doing this…”

Noah Locke explained, “I’m not close to him, there are some things that can’t be said openly, don’t you understand that?”

Enough, stop blaming Theresa now,” said the elder Locke, opening his eyes and speaking indifferently: “One more or one less doesn’t make much difference, the survival of the Locke family doesn’t depend on one or two people.”

Noah Locke urged, “Dad, one more person means one more source of strength.”

The elder Locke pondered for a moment, then looked at his favorite grandson and said, “Theresa, you make the decision.

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If you’re willing, go and ask Mr. Wolfe to stay. If not, treat him well and send him away as soon as possible.”

“Grandpa, I… I understand.”

Theresa hesitated for a moment before speaking about Greg Jensen’s desire to see the mysterious artifact.

The elder Locke frowned and said, “Since he wants to see it, then show it to him. Anyway, if our family can’t make it through this time, we would have to give that thing away.”

“Alright, Grandpa.”

Theresa felt much better, after all, he had promised Barry, and it would have been troublesome if his grandfather hadn’t agreed.

Leaving the study, his mood became heavier again.

Theresa knew that Barry was a Grandmaster, but had no idea about his true strength. Barry had been efficient when he killed the elder of Healington, but that didn’t prove much.

However, having another Grandmaster increased the Locke family’s hope of weathering this disaster.

Thus, at this moment, Theresa was awfully conflicted.

On one hand, he hoped Barry would stay and help the Locke family through this crisis; on the other, he feared such an action might harm his good friend.

The autumn wind was cold and chill, as Theresa walked silently forward, only to realize upon looking up that he had already arrived at the two-story building.

He hesitated, sighed, and pushed the door open to enter.

“Barry, have you gone to sleep?”

Hearing the voice from outside, Greg Jensen slowly wrapped up his practice and then opened his eyes, saying, “Come in, the door isn’t locked.”

Theresa entered and said with an awkward smile, “I thought you had gone to sleep.”

“No, I was cultivating.”

Greg Jensen laughed slightly, stood up, and dusted off nonexistent dust, saying, “So, what brings you here in the middle of the night?”

Theresa’s facial expression stiffened, he opened his mouth as if to speak, yet didn’t know how to begin.

Seeing his appearance, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh, saying directly, “You want me to stay and help the Locke family?”

Theresa’s eyes widened in surprise, “How did you know?”

Greg Jensen smiled, “You’re here for one of two things: either concerning your grandfather’s health or to ask me to stay.

I trust my own medical skills, so your grandfather’s health is definitely not an issue, which leaves only one answer.”

Hearing this, Theresa couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

Greg Jensen spoke frankly, “I can stay, but I need to make it clear to you. According to what you said, the power of ‘Mystic City’ is strong, and I can’t always guard the Locke family. I hope you understand.”

Theresa didn’t think Greg would be a decisive factor, so he didn’t take it seriously, replying casually,

“I understand, as long as you can help the Locke family through the crisis in three days, I’ll be more than satisfied.”

“Hmm, you should get some rest early.”

“Alright, you too should rest early.”

After Theresa Locke left, Greg Jensen didn’t feel like continuing his cultivation, so he simply went to bed to sleep.

Inside the study.

Noah Locke stood by the window, watching Theresa Locke walk out of the two-story building. Turning around excitedly, he said, “Dad, the kid still went.”

The elderly Mr. Locke’s face was also adorned with a smile as he said contentedly, “My precious grandson has grown up and knows how to think of the family first.”

“Indeed.”

Noah Locke casually echoed, then pensively added, “Tomorrow I’ll go and invite Master Huo from Fury Martial Arts School over, he should be able to keep the Locke family safe.”

“Hmm.”

The elderly Mr. Locke nodded in agreement, expressing his approval.

Master Huo has been hovering in the Great Grandmaster realm for many years and is slightly stronger than the elderly Mr. Locke.

With him and the elderly Mr. Locke, both Great Grandmasters, plus the numerous retainers of the Locke family, even if the agents of Yanluo Hall came, they would have no choice but to retreat in defeat.

Early the next morning, Greg Jensen got up early, practiced some punches in the yard then secretly practiced the Wind Control Skill in a secluded corner before heading to the dining room for breakfast.

The Falling thunder technique and Fireball Technique were his ultimate skills, which he couldn’t use carelessly as they might draw the attention of other cultivators.

Therefore, the Wind Control Skill became his first choice for offense.

The Wind Control Skill greatly increased his speed and, combined with the fist techniques from his body art, was incredibly effective against Master-level martial artists.

During breakfast, only the elderly Mr. Locke, Mason Locke, and Greg Jensen were at the table; Auntie Locke and others cooked for themselves and weren’t eating in the main courtyard.

The elderly Mr. Locke was in good spirits; it was apparent that he had recovered to his prime, and he couldn’t stop praising Greg Jensen’s medical skills during the meal.

Greg Jensen modestly said, “You flatter me, sir, it’s merely a trivial skill.”

“You are too modest.”

The elderly Mr. Locke said with a smile, “You haven’t heard yet? Because of Divine Doctor Locke, you’ve earned the nickname ‘Miraculous Divine Doctor’ in both Sujia and Mystic City.

Just this morning, several old friends asked me to talk to you to see when you’d be available to have a look at their illnesses.”

“Haha, Mr. Locke, you’re giving me too much credit. The reason I could cure the poison in your system was simply that my master had an appropriate treatment plan for it.

Treating other diseases, I’m afraid my skills are not up to the task.”

“Modesty again, isn’t it?”

The elderly Mr. Locke showed the look of a senior appreciating a junior; his aged face bloomed with smiles like a radiant chrysanthemum.

Greg Jensen solemnly said, “Sir, I’m not being modest. Treating other diseases is genuinely not my forte.

After all, my age is an undeniable factor.

How about this: if your friends need assistance, I can give Divine Doctor Locke a call and ask him to take a look.”

“Haha, no worries. If they have issues, they can go to Divine Doctor Locke themselves. We don’t need to get involved.”

“Hehe.”

Greg Jensen laughed obligingly, though he was a bit speechless inside.

He had treated Mr. Locke out of respect for Theresa Locke’s face; he didn’t have the time to treat others.

However, since Mr. Locke didn’t make a fuss and was only joking, Greg Jensen didn’t feel it was right to say anything.

Moreover, Mr. Locke’s subsequent words were very flattering; he clearly considered Greg Jensen as one of their own, which made him feel very comfortable.

After the meal, Mr. Locke, accompanied by Theresa Locke and Greg Jensen, returned to his large study.

After locking the study door, he led them to a bookshelf along the wall.

He pressed something, and the bookshelf immediately slid to the side, revealing a secure door hidden behind it.