The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 531 - Miraculous Divine Doctor_1

Chapter 531: Chapter 531 Miraculous Divine Doctor_1

Greg looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot and said speechlessly, “The old man has been in a coma for so long that even if we remove the toxins from his body, it’s impossible for him to wake up right away. Have you been reading too many novels?”

Upon hearing his words, Theresa felt inexplicably relieved and smiled, “I’m just anxious, that’s all.”

“Anxious or not, you’ll have to wait. Let it simmer for two hours, then feed this to him.”

Greg casually tossed over a Little Reviving Pill, “This is the Little Reviving Pill, specifically for treating internal injuries.

your grandfather’s internal organs have nearly been eroded away by the toxins, and after removing the toxins, we’ll need this to restore his injuries.”

“All right.”

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Theresa knew that the elixir Greg had given must be extraordinary and quickly put it away carefully.

Greg glanced at the big pot and said, “You guys keep watch here; I’m going back to my room. Call me after two hours.”

“Okay, go ahead, I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

Theresa looked back and instructed, “Uncle Fu, see Greg off to rest.”

Noah Locke looked at Greg’s retreating figure and couldn’t help but ask, “Theresa, is your friend also a martial artist?”

Theresa rolled her eyes, her chubby face showing a look of disdain, “Dad, not only does he know martial arts, but he is also a Grandmaster.”

“A Grandmaster?”

Noah was again shocked, “Such a young Grandmaster?”

Theresa laughed heartily, “How about that? Shocked you, didn’t I? I was shocked too when I first found out.”

Noah silently nodded, somewhat astounded, “Your friend is extraordinary, a young Grandmaster like that might be…”

“On the verge of enlightenment!” Theresa naturally added.

After saying this, father and daughter exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The term “on the verge of enlightenment” sounds simple, yet few can achieve it.

Throughout the country, besides the General with the Ye surname who could barely step into the Master Realm, he was just halfway to enlightenment and had not reached the true state of enlightenment.

Even so, the General was seen as a godlike figure by all martial artists.

And for good reason, becoming a warrior of the enlightenment realm meant transcending beyond ordinary human beings.

Having the ability to communicate with the world, to control Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Electricity, and even more unimaginable means.

For this very reason, despite the enlightenment realm being as hard to reach as heaven, many martial artists still eagerly pursued it.

But for all martial artists, it was nothing more than an unattainable dream.

Were Noah Locke and Theresa unaware of the difficulty of reaching the enlightenment realm?

But upon seeing Greg, they had subconsciously harbored that thought.

On the verge of enlightenment!

If there were to be only one enlightenment realm warrior in this world, then that person’s name would certainly be Barry Wolfe.

After a while, Uncle Fu brought over some stools, and the Stuart Family members gathered around the big pot and sat down.

At first, they were able to chat a bit, but as time passed, they fell silent again.

Just when everyone was starting to get impatient, the alarm Theresa had set finally went off.

“Time’s up, quickly take Grandpa inside the house.”

“My goodness, it’s finally time.”

Everyone got up and approached the pot, ready to carry old Master Locke out, but then they stopped dead in their tracks.

Because the water in the pot had turned black.

“Is… Is this all poison in the water?”

Witnessing this scene, Divine Doctor Sun, who had been waiting to see a farce, was completely stunned. His eyes bulged out roundly, and his face was filled with disbelief.

They actually managed to boil out the poison?

Can detoxification be done this way?

Divine Doctor Sun stood there in shock and said, “Miraculous Divine Doctor, truly worthy of the name Miraculous Divine Doctor.”

Standing beside him, Theresa Locke asked in surprise, “Divine Doctor Sun, what are you muttering about?”

“Miraculous Divine Doctor, the previous Medical Saint was also known by this honorable title. Barry Wolfe has inherited the legacy of the previous Medical Saint, so doesn’t that make him the new Miraculous Divine Doctor?”

Suddenly, Divine Doctor Sun snapped to his senses and exclaimed, “No, I must go and become his disciple.”

“Become a disciple? Hey, Divine Doctor Sun, wait a moment…”

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Watching Divine Doctor Sun hustle towards Greg Jensen’s residence, a curious expression appeared on Theresa Locke’s face.

After a moment of stunned silence, she mused, “Miraculous Divine Doctor? This nickname isn’t bad, and Greg is certainly deserving of it.”

After the elders were moved back into the bedroom, they hurriedly rinsed his body with clean water and then settled him on the sickbed.

At this moment, Noah Locke’s face had lost all of its greenish color, and his breathing was very steady, as if he were asleep.

Theresa Locke handed the Little Reviving Pill to her father, asking him to find a way to feed it to Grandpa, while she herself ran to the small two-story building and once again invited Greg Jensen over.

Divine Doctor Sun also came along, following behind Greg Jensen with a flattering smile, repeatedly calling him “Master”.

But Greg Jensen, visibly annoyed, rejected him mercilessly, “I don’t plan to take any disciples, and even if I did, I would take younger ones. You’re too old; I can’t teach you.”

Previously stern and indifferent, Divine Doctor Sun now didn’t seem angry at all and responded with a sycophantic smile:

“Master, don’t judge by my age. I’m still very nimble in my work, better than many young people.”

Pfft!

Unable to contain herself, Theresa Locke burst out laughing on the spot, “Divine Doctor Sun, please stop bothering Greg. Let’s talk about your matter later; first, let Greg treat my Grandpa.”

“Alright, no problem.”

Divine Doctor Sun cheerfully said, “Master, just give your orders.”

Greg Jensen walked into the bedroom without paying him any mind.

Seeing this, the Locke family quickly dispersed to the sides, making way for Greg Jensen, looking at him with newfound respect.

Noah Locke’s attitude made a swift 180-degree turn, his face brimming with sincerity and his demeanor overly enthusiastic.

“Divine Doctor Xu, please come inside. We are so fortunate to have you here; otherwise, I truly wouldn’t know what to do about my father’s illness.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently, acknowledging the greeting before approaching the sickbed. He then flipped up Noah Locke’s eyelids and took his pulse.

“Greg, how’s my grandpa doing?” Theresa Locke stepped forward and asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to give him a few more needles.”

As he spoke, Greg Jensen took out the silver needles and started another session of acupuncture on Noah Locke.

The Locke family grew tense again, holding their breath subconsciously, not daring even to breathe heavily.

Previously, Noah Locke’s condition had been grim, so Greg used the silver needles to protect his heart channel. The reason Locke was still asleep was due to the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

Greg Jensen performed the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate once more, restoring the temporarily blocked bloodline, and then channeled his True Qi to sort out Noah Locke’s internal meridians.

“Cough, cough…”

Just when the Locke family was filled with anxiety, a distant coughing sound came from the bed, and then Noah Locke slowly opened his eyes.

“What has happened to me?”

“Grandpa, you’re awake.”

Theresa Locke quickly rushed over, her face full of joy as she said, “Grandpa, how do you feel?”