The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Chapter 436 Pretending to Sleep_1

Watching Greg Jensen leave side by side with Lukas Simon, Troy Milton’s face couldn’t help but darken, his eyes flashing a cold gleam.

Barry Wolfe’s martial skills were profound, and not even the four Family Heads could match him—fortunately, his network wasn’t broad, and in the provincial city, he was like an unsupported single tree.

But now, this shortcoming seemed about to be erased!

Troy Milton said grimly, “We must get rid of Barry Wolfe as soon as possible, this man is too dangerous! Once he succeeds, none of us will have good days ahead.”

Simon Cooper nodded thoughtfully, while Trent Preston was stunned.

He opened his mouth but said nothing.

…

Greg Jensen followed Lukas Simon quickly to the barracks, where twenty or thirty soldiers lay including Randy Locke among them.

Unlike the rest, Randy Locke had taken a Qi Condensing Pill, and his inner vitality was still abundant; he wasn’t entirely overtaken by the poisonous influence.

The other soldiers, however, were in a sorry state, each one pale and unconscious.

Even those few who had their eyes open were soulless, appearing to have lost their souls.

Lukas Simon spoke urgently, “Brother Greg, please save my brothers!”

Greg Jensen remained silent and nodded, taking out a Qi Condensing Pill and handing it to Lukas Simon, “One for each person, take it first and then let’s talk.”

“Alright.”

Lukas Simon hurriedly called over Guard Commander Elijah Hall to help distribute the Qi Condensing Pills.

Meanwhile, Greg Jensen had already taken out a silver needle, sterilized it, and began to help the soldiers expel the poisonous influence.

The poisonous influence was a blend of Yin energy and malevolent energy, possessing characteristics of both, and once it entered the body, it was extremely difficult to eliminate.

Greg Jensen could only use silver needles, aided by True Qi, to gather the poisonous influence from the soldiers’ bodies to one place, then draw it into his own body.

Soon after, the first soldier treated slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was a bit confused, but it was apparent that he was no longer in his previous foolish state.

Seeing this, Lukas Simon breathed a sigh of relief, but regret gnawed at him even more.

If it weren’t for listening to people like Troy Milton and believing Randy Locke, they wouldn’t have ended up in this situation, and his brothers wouldn’t have been attacked by the poisonous influence.

If they had let Greg Jensen handle it, they might have already cleared the influence by now.

After treating a dozen soldiers in a row, Greg Jensen’s True Qi was already running low, and he was struggling to keep up.

He took out a Qi Condensing Pill and swallowed it, then sat down cross-legged, using the Guidance Technique to transform the pill’s potency into True Qi, replenishing his Dantian.

After some time, he stood up again and resumed the process of treating the soldiers.

Troy Milton and the others had already entered the tent and, seeing the situation inside, they dared not even take deep breaths, standing tense in a corner.

Greg Jensen didn’t notice the movements of the three men behind him, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.

At that moment, his whole being was devoted to the task of rescuing the soldiers, his mind occupied by nothing else.

Dusk was approaching.

All twenty or so soldiers finally regained consciousness, and Greg Jensen was so tired he was nearly collapsing.

Nevertheless, he still approached Randy Locke, who was still unconscious.

Randy Locke had taken a Qi Condensing Pill earlier, which made his complexion better than the other soldiers, but that was just the surface. The level of poisonous influence inside him was two or three times higher than in the other soldiers.

Greg Jensen looked down at the closed-eyed Randy Locke and said coldly, “Do we save this man or not?”

Bradley Ford, his face bitter, bowed deeply to Greg Jensen and said, “Please Mr. Jensen, lend your aid and save my martial uncle.”

Greg Jensen glanced at him, snorted coldly, sat down beside the bed, and began helping Randy Locke expel the poisonous influence.

The reason he had asked that question was because he felt some irritation; he had clearly told Bradley Ford not to enter the cave.

Originally, Bradley Ford expected Randy Locke to be dissuaded, but to my surprise, he still went in.

Not only did he go in, but he also caused such a catastrophic disaster!

If it weren’t for some relationship with Bradley Ford, Greg Jensen would really let Randy Locke fend for himself.

Randy Locke was haughty yet incompetent, and always meddled blindly. It was bad enough that he brought disaster upon himself, but sooner or later, he would bring disaster upon unrelated people as well.

Almost two hours later, Greg Jensen pulled out all the silver needles and then slowly let out a breath of foul air.

Seeing this, Bradley Ford quickly approached and noticed that Randy Locke’s complexion looked better than before, his face glowing with health, as if he had been asleep.

However…

“Mr. Wolfe, may I ask when my uncle will wake up?”

Before Bradley Ford finished speaking, his eyes widened in shock as he saw Greg Jensen kick Randy Locke’s body with a loud thud, almost kicking him off the ground.

Greg Jensen said coldly, “I know you’re awake. If you keep pretending to sleep, I’ll make sure you never wake up in this lifetime!”

The next second, Randy Locke, who had been unconscious until then, suddenly opened his eyes. His cloudy eyes were full of regret.

He said hoarsely, “This is my fault, I will take full responsibility for all the sins.”

“Can you bear that responsibility?”

Guard Commander Elijah Hall got angry, pointed at Randy Locke’s nose, and cursed, “If it wasn’t for Mr. Wolfe, my brothers would have met Yan Wang by now.

More than twenty iron-boned men, more than twenty lives, can you f*cking bear this responsibility?”

Randy Locke’s face turned red with humiliation, but he didn’t show even a hint of temper.

“Get up, don’t f*cking sleep in my bed!”

As Lukas Simon’s Guard Commander and a straightforward man with great popularity, Elijah Hall was friends with many soldiers in the camp.

So, when he saw that Randy Locke had woken up, he didn’t hold back and started berating him.

Randy Locke’s face turned red and then pale as he quickly got up and ran off with his tail between his legs.

Just as he reached the doorway, two guards grabbed him like a chicken, and brought him back in.

A few soldiers who had regained consciousness joined in the verbal criticism, hurling insults at Randy Locke until he couldn’t hold his head up.

No one noticed that Greg Jensen’s face had turned ashen.

“Mr. Wolfe, thank you, this time…”

Lukas Simon came over, about to express his gratitude to Greg Jensen, but then noticed his complexion, and was taken aback:

“Mr. Wolfe, are you alright?”

“I’m fine!”

“Your face…”

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Find me a quiet room, I need to purge the sinister energy within me.

“Alright!”

Lukas Simon turned to Elijah Hall and ordered, “Elijah, quickly take Mr. Wolfe to my quarters. Stand guard outside. No one is allowed near him, under penalty of death!”

“Yes!”

Elijah Hall immediately ran over, extremely respectful.

Without saying anything further, Greg Jensen followed him to Lukas Simon’s quarters. Then he took out a medicine bottle and carefully poured out a Qi Condensing Pill.

He put the Qi Condensing Pill into his mouth, then closed his eyes and began to practice the Guidance Technique, refining the sinister energy in his body.

Because there were quite a few people disturbed by the sinister energy this time, Greg Jensen had no time to refine the energy and had to temporarily seal it within his body.

After inhaling a large amount of sinister energy, the aftereffects kicked in.