The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Martial Way Exchange Conference_1

Early in the morning, Greg Jensen woke up from his sleep, lifted the covers, and was greeted by Amelia Simmons’ radiant smile.

“Miss Simmons, good morning.”

“Sir, good morning.”

Amelia Simmons’ smile was sweet, with a touch of innocence; if it weren’t for the odd circumstances, one might mistake her for a high school student.

Greg looked at that pure, smiling face and could not help but tease, “Miss Simmons is in such good spirits.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, you did just fine, please continue.”

“Okay… ”

It had to be said, Amelia Simmons really was very ‘Simmons’.

So much so that for the following two days, apart from Amelia Simmons, Greg did nothing else.

And Amelia herself, due to practicing the Simmons family’s Cultivation Technique, had better physical strength than Taylor Ware by quite a bit.

Her obedient and docile nature was truly an imperial enjoyment.

In the first two days, Amelia looked quite haggard, and Mick Simmons felt incredibly heartbroken upon seeing her.

By the third day, she was spirited and vigorous again.

Only after asking did Mick find out that Greg had once again improved the Simmons family’s Cultivation Technique, causing the whole Simmons family to be overjoyed.

“Mr. Jensen, can I tell my father and grandfather about the Cultivation Technique you taught me?”

“That’s fine.”

Greg gave a noncommittal nod, indifferent to the matter; after all, it was just a little something in return for Amelia.

…

Early in the morning, as the proud sun rose again.

Cole Barnett drove up in a brand-new van, stopping at the villa’s gate, carrying a tailored suit and a silver mask, he walked into the villa.

“Mr. Jensen, here are the items you requested.”

“Hmm, just put them here for now.”

Greg turned and asked, “Have you had breakfast? Come and have something to eat.”

“I’ve eaten already.”

Cole Barnett smiled warily, wanting to ask when Greg would finally let him and Max Milton go.

However, remembering the pain from the Elixir’s effects, he shivered uncontrollably, and the thought immediately extinguished.

After breakfast, Greg returned to the bedroom where, with Amelia attending him, he put on the suit and placed the silver mask on his face.

In the mirror, the well-tailored suit made Greg look even more stylish.

His sharp-featured face, hidden behind the silver mask, lost a bit of its handsomeness but gained an air of mystery and restraint.

Amelia, dazzled, watched him with eyes brimming with joy and infatuation.

She couldn’t help but touch him, and provocative images involuntarily surfaced in her mind, her body once again heating up at the moment.

Greg, seeing her flushed little face, couldn’t resist pinching it and smilingly said, “Alright, I’m heading out now.”

“Mhm.”

Amelia tiptoed and planted a kiss on Greg’s lips, lingering for a long while before reluctantly parting.

She stepped back, gave him a thorough once-over, then adjusted his collar for him, saying with a smile, “There, all set. Sir, you look as handsome as ever.”

Greg smiled, stepped out of the bedroom, and got into the van driven by Cole, setting off for the hotel where the conference was to be held.

The conference would last for three days, with the organizers providing accommodation at the hotel. Participants could choose to stay there or make their own lodging arrangements.

However, if they left the hotel, their safety was not guaranteed.

“Mr. Jensen, we’ve arrived.”

“Hmm, you can go back first.”

Cole Barnett said with a smile, “I’ll just wait here for you. If you need anything, give me a call.”

“That works.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently and took the elevator up to the thirteenth floor.

Standing by the elevator doors were two security personnel dressed in suits. When they saw Greg Jensen emerge, one of them bowed slightly, saying with a touch of respect, “Good day, sir, please present your invitation.”

Greg Jensen took out a small wooden token from his bag and handed it over to him.

After checking the token, the security guard handed it back along with a number plate.

“Sir, this is your number plate for the exchange meeting. It will be used for purchasing, settlement, and bidding, please keep it safe.”

“All right, thank you.”

A hint of surprise flashed across the security guard’s face, and his demeanor grew a tad more respectful as he replied with a smile, “It’s our duty.”

Greg Jensen smiled, casually pulled out two Qi and Blood Elixirs, and tossed them to them, saying, “Take these as a token of my appreciation.”

“This…”

The two security guards exchanged a look, both somewhat hesitant.

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “What? Afraid they’re poisoned?”

“No, sir, that’s not what we meant.”

“Then take them.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently again and walked toward the inside.

After he had gone far, the security guard who had spoken earlier finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking down at the elixir in his hand, at a loss for what to do with it.

The other guard hesitated, asking, “Brother Li, should we turn this in?”

“Turn in what, he said it was a reward for us.”

“But what if it’s poisoned?”

The previous guard was also uncertain, but then it occurred to him that it couldn’t be poisoned; he hadn’t offended Greg Jensen, and there was no reason for the other to target him personally.

“It shouldn’t be poisoned.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “But still, better to be safe. Some people take pleasure in killing, and if we happen to cross paths with them, we’d be in serious trouble.”

“Okay, then I’ll throw it away.”

Feeling it was unsafe to keep it, the guard quickly disposed of the elixir in the trash bin.

Brother Li was hesitant but decided not to throw it away. Instead, he found a sealable bag, carefully placed the elixir inside, and slipped it into his pocket.

…

The organizers of this exchange meeting were the Wolfe Family in the provincial city; it was said that the Wolfe family also had a half-step Grandmaster, who had been hovering at that level for many years and might become an Innate Grandmaster at any moment—his strength was not to be underestimated.

By comparison, the Simmons family—who had only just advanced to half-step Grandmaster status—was far inferior to the Wolfe family.

As for the Morris family, they didn’t even qualify for comparison.

To host this Martial Way exchange meeting, the Wolfe family had booked the entire floor, and the meeting was held in the largest exhibition hall.

In the center of the hall was a row of buffet tables, while the periphery was composed of a large circle of tables put together, where items could be displayed for sale.

Put simply, it was much like setting up a stall, but on tables instead.

When Greg Jensen entered, a few people were already there, arranging their items on the tables.

Some others were holding a glass of wine, looking around the venue.

Most of these people wore masks that covered half of their faces, making it difficult to recognize them unless one was very familiar with the individuals.

Greg Jensen’s silver mask was similar, covering everything but leaving the mouth exposed.

Of course, some didn’t wear masks, and among them were the members of the Simmons family.

“Old Fraser, you’ve certainly blossomed later in life.”

“Old Fraser, congratulations! I drink to you.”

Several people surrounded Fraser Simmons with non-stop flattery.

Fraser Simmons took a symbolic sip of wine and sighed, “Ah, I’m just lucky. I thought I’d spend my last days in a wheelchair, who could have expected this turnaround?”

How does that saying go? Luck is also a part of strength.”

One person offered another compliment before lowering his voice to ask, “Old Fraser, be honest with me, how did you really become a half-step Grandmaster?”