The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 187: 187 Thoughts_1

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Thoughts_1

Greg had brought back quite a stash of snacks for Esther, along with some branded clothes and backpacks.

The little girl spent half a day moving it all by herself.

It was only then that she realized Greg had bought way too much.

Staring at the small mountain of snacks and clothes piled on the bed, she turned her head and said in a daze, “Silly big brother Greg, did you rob a bank or something? Why did you buy so much stuff?”

“Knock it off, don’t talk nonsense!”

Greg tapped her on the head and laughed, “I just made some money, is all. It’s okay to buy a little bit more for you to eat and use, isn’t it? Aren’t you happy?”

Esther shrank her neck and took another glance at the small mountain, frowning, “I am happy, but how much did you actually make? This is just too much.”

“Not much, just over ten million,” Greg said offhandedly.

Esther put her hands on her hips, mimicking an adult’s tone, and pouted, “Hmph, do you think you could sell me for ten million? I think you didn’t learn anything else from your trip to the city, but you sure learned how to brag.”

Greg ruffled her hair and laughed, “Hahaha, I couldn’t sell you. You’re our family’s treasure. There’s no way we could find another you if you were sold.”

“Hey, stop messing up my hair. My hairstyle is all messed up now.”

“Haha.”

Greg tapped her on the head again and said, “Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, your mom will be back soon.”

“Okay, got it.”

As winter was approaching and the outside wind was chilling, they definitely couldn’t eat in the courtyard.

Fortunately, the newly built house had a spacious living room. Greg moved the large table inside, and a series of beautifully prepared dishes were carried in like a flowing stream.

After washing her hands, Esther helped bring the bowls and chopsticks.

By the time the two of them were almost done, Grandpa Jensen and the others had also rushed back.

Shortly after, Lindsey returned as well. She felt a sudden touch of emotion when she saw the table full of dishes.

“Auntie, wash your hands. Let’s eat.”

“Okay.”

The group chatted amicably around the table as they ate, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

When they had almost finished eating, Greg brought out the birthday cake he had bought during the day.

“Happy Birthday to you…”

With the lights turned off, everyone sang the birthday song to Lindsey together.

“Make a wish and blow out the candles!”

Under everyone’s urging, Lindsey followed what she had seen on TV; she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes to make a wish in her heart.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and blew out all the candles in one breath.

Esther, ever the child, tugged at her mother’s arm and asked, “Mom, what wish did you make just now?”

Lindsey’s gaze instinctively turned to Greg.

Does it have something to do with me?

Greg was startled and quickly said, “You can’t tell your wish; it won’t come true if you say it out loud.”

Esther raised her drink cup solemnly and nodded, “Alright then, let’s wish for Mom’s dreams to come true.”

“Yes, may all your wishes come true.”

Lindsey responded thoughtfully, her eyes glancing at Greg again.

Greg’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, “Well… I’m going to the bathroom.”

He knew Lindsey’s feelings, and he had a good impression of her too. But after all, she had been his aunt for so many years.

How could he act on it?

“Let nature take its course,” he thought.

Greg Jensen sighed helplessly and returned to the dining table, only to find Lindsey Wolfe guzzling down liquor in big gulps.

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell her to drink less, but didn’t know how to start.

As the moon rose above the willow tops, Second Master and the others helped to clear the table and went back to their homes to rest. Lindsey Wolfe had already passed out drunk, and Greg Jensen had carried her back to her room.

Esther Jensen was very understanding and squatted in the kitchen to help wash the dishes, muttering, “My mom doesn’t have it easy, with no man in the house. It’s not often you come back, let her indulge for one night.”

“You little imp!”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh, his mood, which had been somewhat heavy, was completely lightened by her words.

After cleaning up, Greg Jensen sent Esther Jensen to bed too, and he went back to his room to practice the Guidance Technique.

The nature’s spiritual energy entered his body slowly, and compared to the speed of Dual Cultivation, it was like heaven and earth.

For some reason, Greg Jensen was a bit restless tonight, as if a voice in his head kept saying, “Go to the room next door, there’s a woman waiting there to perform Dual Cultivation with you.”

Feeling a little helpless, he decided not to practice anymore and covered himself with the quilt to sleep soundly.

He slept very well, not waking up until the sun was high in the sky.

In his dream, he was riding the wind and commanding a sword, freely roaming between heaven and earth, truly enjoying himself.

Upon waking, he found he was still at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, far from the realm of riding the wind and wielding a sword.

After freshening up, he stepped out of the room and found a note on the dining table: Breakfast is in the pot.

Greg Jensen showed a happy smile and exclaimed, “This is what home feels like.”

He lifted the lid of the pot and found the fried dough breakfast that Lindsey Wolfe had made in the morning. On the small table beside it, she had also set up tea equipment, tea leaves, and foods like dates, goji berries, and walnuts.

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow, turned on the electric stove, placed the tea equipment on it, and started boiling tea. He also picked up two walnuts and some dates and placed them on the stove to roast.

The fried dough from earlier was also taken by him and put beside the stove.

It wasn’t long before the aroma of walnuts and dates mixed with the faint scent of burnt tea leaves filled the air.

“Damn, I overdid it.”

Greg Jensen quickly grabbed the kettle next to him and poured water into the teapot.

Whoosh!

The fragrance of the tea filled the air, drifting with the rising steam.

After adding roasted dates, rock sugar, and other ingredients, a delicious jar of tea was ready.

A bite of fried dough and a sip of jar tea, sweet and soft with a touch of bitterness, revitalized the spirit.

After breakfast, Greg Jensen left the house and headed straight for the medicinal herb base.

From a distance, he saw Big Liu in a military coat, standing at the gate shivering while waiting.

Seeing Greg Jensen arrive, he quickly ran over, smiling obsequiously, “Mr. Jensen.”

“Hm.”

Greg Jensen looked at him curiously, “You put on your military coat so early?”

Big Liu chuckled awkwardly, “It’s a bit cold in the morning and evening, I got lazy getting up, so I just came out wearing it.”

Greg Jensen looked at his eager face and said emotionally, “You’ve worked hard.”

“Not hard. It’s about making money, nothing too hard about that,” Big Liu said with a laugh.

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment, then took out a bottle from his bag and handed it to him, “This is the antidote for the next six months.

The poison in you currently has no complete cure. Let me think of a way to fully clear the poison from your body.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it, heh heh.” Big Liu happily accepted the bottle, carefully tucking it into his inner pocket.

“Mr. Jensen, shall we go in and take a look?”

“Hm.”

Greg Jensen followed Big Liu casually into a greenhouse and spotted someone carefully spacing out the seedlings of the medicinal herbs.