The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 32 Enjoy It_l

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At this moment, Greg Jensen, taking advantage of the gradually darkening sky, arrived at Duo Phoenix Town.

However, he did not go directly to find Uncle Hall but chose to rest at a small inn instead.

It was not until deep into the night that he left the inn, heading straight for the north side of the town.

Uncle Hall’s house was a three-story building on the northern edge of Duo Phoenix Town, one of the most luxurious in the entire town.

When Greg Jensen arrived there, the building was shrouded in darkness with only a few corridor lights feebly glowing.

With a mighty leap, he vaulted over the surrounding wall and made his way into the building.

The inside was quiet, so he stood on the first floor and listened for a while. Hearing no noise, he walked up to the second floor.

Ever since he entered the first level of Qi Refinement, Greg Jensen’s senses had become much sharper, and as soon as he reached the second floor, he heard the even breathing sounds coming from the bedroom.

” Sleeping quite early!”

Greg Jensen snorted coldly and pushed the door open to enter the bedroom.

On the big bed in the bedroom, Uncle Hall was sleeping with his arms around a young girl, completely unaware of the stranger’s presence in the room.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen approached the woman, knocked her out with a swift blow, and then dragged Uncle Hall down to the first floor by his neck.

Uncle Hall woke up abruptly, but he could not make a sound with Greg Jensen’s grip on his neck.

Greg Jensen’s hand was like iron pincers, no matter how much Uncle Hall struggled, he could not break free.

Uncle Hall’s face turned red and his neck bulged, his forehead veins wriggling like earthworms, giving him a hideous look.

Bang!

Greg Jensen dragged him to the first floor and casually threw him onto the sofa.

“Cough, cough…”

Uncle Hall covered his neck, coughing violently like a drowning man, gasping for air in great gulps.

After a long while, he finally got his breath back, and when he looked up, his face was filled with astonishment.

“Greg Jensen, what… what do you want to do?”

“What do I want to do? Don’t you know?”

Greg Jensen leisurely crossed his legs and looked at Uncle Hall with amusement.

Uncle Hall’s eyes narrowed with incredulous suspicion and then he let out a cold sneer:

“Interesting, the famous simpleton from Peach Blossom Village has suddenly become smart!”

His tone shifted, speaking coldly, “So, it was you who killed Uncle Eight?”

“That’s right, it was me. Do you have a problem with that?” Greg Jensen said indifferently.

“Damn it, I’ll kill you!”

Uncle Hall, instantly enraged, lunged over the coffee table at him.

Bang!

Without even moving his body, Greg Jensen lifted a foot and kicked him back, then slowly stood up and walked over to Uncle Hall, looking down on him from above.

Uncle Hall felt as if he had been hit by a train, his chest so tight he could hardly breathe.

Before he had a chance to recover, Greg Jensen suddenly pried open his mouth and flicked a small pill into it.

Then, after slapping his throat, Uncle Hall swallowed the pill instinctively.

“What did you give me to eat?”

Uncle Hall paused and then remembered the cause of Uncle Eight’s death, panic instantly set in.

He felt that the pill Greg Jensen gave him must be a kind of poison, the same kind that made Uncle Eight’s death seem like a sudden heart attack.

“Ugh…”

He gagged, vomiting out his dinner, but he did not even see a trace of the pill.

Greg Jensen sat back on the sofa with ease, saying indifferently, “That’s enough, no need to fuss. The Twin Phoenix Pill dissolves as soon as it enters the mouth; you won’t be able to vomit it out.”

“You…”

Hearing Greg Jensen’s words, Uncle Hall widened his eyes in horror; he tried several more times but still couldn’t throw it up.

The thought of his imminent death turned his complexion instantly pale, devoid of any color.

He didn’t want to die!

He had swindled and cheated for nearly half his life to build up such a considerable fortune, yet he hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy it properly.

He couldn’t just die like this!

Trembling, Uncle Hall fell to his knees with a thump, pleading:

“Silly… Brother Greg, Lord Greg, please spare me, I don’t want to die…”

“Heh, now you’re begging for mercy? What took you so long?”

Greg Jensen, thinking of Esther Jensen’s sobbing, was immediately consumed with rage and kicked Uncle Hall square in the face.

With a bang, Uncle Hall fell backwards onto the ground, his pale face quickly turning red.

A clear footprint emerged on his face.

Uncle Hall managed to get back up and kneel again, crying and begging, “Lord Greg, I really realize my mistake now, please give me another chance.”

Bang!

Greg Jensen was still not pacified, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks on him.

“I was wrong, please spare me…”

Uncle Hall wailed dramatically.

Because he knew that only by satisfying Greg Jensen’s anger could he possibly survive.

As he listened to Uncle Hall’s exaggerated cries, Greg Jensen suddenly found it tasteless and after several kicks, he stopped.

He looked down at the once arrogant Uncle Hall, now kneeling like a dog before him, feeling utterly indifferent inside.

“Alright, that’s enough, stop your act. The Three Qing Pill won’t take your life for now, it will only make you suffer the relentless torment akin to ants gnawing at your heart.”

Greg Jensen said with a cold laugh, “Of course, that kind of pain will be worse than death. Believe me, you definitely don’t want to try it.”

“It won’t take my life?”

Uncle Hall’s wailing came to an abrupt halt as he raised his head and stared blankly at Greg Jensen, seemingly in disbelief.

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “It will recur every seven days. If you don’t take the antidote, the frequency will become more and more frequent until there are no intervals left.”

He glanced at the time and sneered, “You’ve got five minutes until the first onset, enjoy it.”

After saying that, he turned and walked out without looking back.

Stopping at the door, he looked back at Uncle Hall with a smirk and said:

“You could also go to the hospital to get checked out, see if they can cure you.”

After Greg Jensen finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

Uncle Hall watched his retreating figure, kneeling on the ground in a daze, taking a long time to process what had just happened.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, feeling his body carefully. Finding no serious issues, he was somewhat relieved.

“Damn it, has that idiot been watching too much TV? Recurring every seven days? Who is he trying to fool?”

With a disdainful snort, Uncle Hall decided to go for a check-up in the county the next day.

Just as he thought about returning to his room to continue sleeping, he suddenly felt itchy.

At first, it was only his back that itched, but then the itchiness quickly spread throughout his body.

The sensation was like ants crawling all over him, no matter how much he scratched, it was no use; the itching was unbearable.

“Alt…”

He rushed back to his room, kicked the woman on the bed awake, and shouted, “Stop freaking sleeping, hurry up and scratch me!”

The woman, still groggy, started scratching him.

Without scratching, it was bearable, but after scratching, it became unbearably itchy.

In agony, Uncle Hall collapsed onto the floor and rolled around continuously, terrifying the woman, who quickly called for an ambulance.

The ambulance from the county arrived quickly and mistook Uncle Hall’s condition for an allergic reaction.

But even after administering an antiallergic injection, there was no effect.

Having no other choice, they had to take him to the county hospital.