The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 194: 194: Should or Shouldn't_1

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Should or Shouldn’t_1

Wallace Carter’s forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly jogged to Greg Jensen, smiled sheepishly, and said, “Mr. Jensen, what’s… what happened?”

Greg Jensen glanced at him coldly and asked, “Is this your man?”

“Uh, he used to follow me. You know, I’m into legitimate business now, and these guys… we still have some ties.”

“Heh…”

Greg Jensen understood as soon as he heard his words. Wallace Carter was no longer in the underworld, but he had left his seeds there.

People like Scarface, who had followed him in the past, though they had started to venture on their own and seemed independent, would still follow Wallace Carter’s arrangements on significant matters.

With a sneer, he ignored Wallace Carter and walked straight to Scarface, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and then said coldly, “I’ll ask you one more time, your brother touched my woman, and I broke his hand. Was it deserved or not?”

“Deserve your mom…”

“Scarface, shut up!”

Wallace Carter’s face changed dramatically. He wanted to intervene, but it was too late.

Bang!

Scarface was tossed to the ground like a doll by Greg Jensen.

He felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, unable to muster any strength, but his mouth didn’t stop moving as he continued to curse, “Aiden Clark, I won’t accept this…”

“Scarface!”

Wallace Carter hurried over, kicked him hard, and scolded, “What nonsense are you talking? Aren’t you going to apologize to Mr. Jensen right away?”

“Mr… Mr. Jensen…”

Scarface struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with fear.

Only then did he realize the extent of the trouble the kid, Yellow Hair, had gotten him into.

As one of Wallace Carter’s old-timers, he was very well aware of what had happened recently.

That’s precisely why he was so afraid!

That Mr. Jensen, whom even Boss Carter had to bow his head to—why on earth did Yellow Hair have to mess with such a fiend?

Scarface cursed Yellow Hair in his mind, propped himself up with great effort, and staggeringly got to his feet before he knelt down with a thud, and said unclearly, “Mr. Jensen, I was wrong, I didn’t know it was you.”

Greg Jensen looked down and said indifferently, “I’ll ask you one last time, your brother Yellow Hair touched my woman, and I broke his hand. Was it deserved?”

This time, Scarface didn’t dare to talk back, gritted his teeth, and said, “Deserved, breaking his hand is letting him off light. His legs should be broken too, so he can’t harm people when he’s out and about!”

Wallace Carter said with an embarrassed face, “Mr. Jensen, look at all the trouble this has caused…”

Greg Jensen silently glanced at him, did not say anything more, and walked outside with a bewildered Vince Cooper in tow.

“Boss Carter, I…”

“Skip it, just head to the hospital. Later, bring that kid Yellow Hair to me, I’ll teach him a lesson myself!”

“You can count on it, Boss Carter. As soon as he wakes up, I’ll bring him right over!”

Scarface’s face turned the color of iron, and he watched Yellow Hair, who was unconscious, with vicious eyes, as if he were looking at his father’s killer.

Yellow Hair, still in his coma, shivered unconsciously.

Wallace Carter glanced at Scarface and then chased after Greg Jensen.

…

As Greg Jensen held Vince Cooper’s hand, he smiled and asked, “Scared you, didn’t I?”

Vince Cooper shook his head but didn’t speak.

After a while, he suddenly looked up, tilted his small face, and asked, “Mr. Jensen, have I caused you trouble?”

“Haha, what trouble is that?”

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “The person who was driving here earlier was Theo Carter’s father. I’ve taken care of him, so why should I be afraid of a little Scarface?”

“Did I really not cause you any trouble?”

“No.”

Seeing her guilt-ridden expression, Greg’s heart ached as he gently said, “Don’t worry, from now on, with me here, no one dares to bully you.”

“Hmm, you’re really kind.”

Finally, a smile crept onto Vince’s face, and he happily leaned on Greg’s shoulder.

The two of them walked forward, arm in arm, and were about to reach the car when suddenly they heard the sound of hurried footsteps from behind.

Vince’s face changed, and he anxiously said, “Mr. Greg, they couldn’t be chasing us, could they?”

Greg frowned and turned around, only to see Wallace’s somewhat rotund figure running over from the distance.

“Mr. Greg, you left so quickly, but I finally caught up,” panted Wallace.

Greg furrowed his brow and asked, “You want something from me?”

Wallace responded with a smile, “No, no big deal, I just wanted to apologize to you in person.”

Greg suddenly thought of something and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he asked, “Really no trouble?”

“Uh…”

“If it’s nothing, then I’ll be going.”

Seeing this, Wallace hurriedly said, “Wait, Mr. Greg, I do need your help.”

“What is it?”

With a cold laugh, Greg said, “Theo’s arm, there’s no way I can treat it.”

“Oh, that…”

Wallace’s expression immediately fell. He had been so eager to find Greg, not only to apologize in person but also for Theo’s arm.

These past days, having taken Theo to several hospitals and consulting many doctors, they still couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with his arm.

It wasn’t until someone reminded him that Wallace thought of seeking out Greg.

Hearing Greg say he wouldn’t treat it, Wallace suddenly seemed to age ten years, weakly smiling as he said, “Mr. Greg, it’s true that Theo is disappointing, but he’s still my son. I can’t just ignore him.”

“And cure him for what? So he can continue to harm others?”

“Mr. Greg, I promise, he absolutely will not commit any more misdeeds in the future!”

Looking at Wallace’s desperate plea, Greg frowned, pulled a pill out from his bag, and tossed it to him, then gave him another pill as an antidote.

“Have him take this pill, and in half an hour, give him the other one. Then bring him to see me tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Greg,”

Wallace sent Greg off with endless gratitude and let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly got into the car and headed home.

Fearing Greg might overthink things, he had purposely driven alone this time, not even using a driver, and finally managed to learn the whole method to treat the arm.

Back home, Theo was playing video games. Seeing this, Wallace kicked him and snapped.

“With just one arm, you’re still playing games?”

“What else am I supposed to do? You won’t let me go out to play. If I don’t play games, what can I do?”

Theo also lost his temper. All these years, he’d been scolded constantly, as if he was the only one at fault.

Seeing his son like this, Wallace’s heart ached, and he quickly handed over the first pill Greg had given, saying, “Eat it. This is medicine from Mr. Greg.”

“Greg? You saw him?”

Theo instantly perked up, quickly stood up, took the pill, and examined it skeptically, saying, “What’s this, it’s all black and stuff.”

“Just eat it if I tell you to, will you stop with the nonsense?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll eat it, okay?”