The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 The Innocent Ceiling_1

After leaving the Peach Blossom Group, Greg Jensen drove alone to the provincial capital.

The martial arts exchange meeting was in three days, and he had to visit the Simmons family in advance to get the invitation letter.

Greg had called Fraser Simmons before he departed, and when he arrived at the Simmons home, all four members of the family were standing at the entrance to welcome him.

Mick Simmons and Donald Simmons looked the same as ever, while Fraser Simmons appeared ruddy and spirited, looking a hundred times better than before.

Amelia Simmons, however, wore a schoolgirl outfit, similar to JK style but not as revealing, displaying her twenty-year-old innocence to the fullest.

She was the kind of delicate and petite girl, yet paradoxically busty, contrasting sharply with her slim waist like willow branches, giving a strong sense of contrast.

Greg couldn’t help but be dazzled by her, thinking to himself that this was probably what they meant by “pure desire.”

Moreover, this young girl was particularly bold, facing Greg’s gaze, she blushed somewhat, but still deliberately pushed her chest out.

Fraser Simmons and Mick Simmons watched from the side, not stopping her; instead, they smiled approvingly.

“Did you get the invitation letter?”

“Yes, I got it.”

Mick Simmons regained his composure and picked up a box from the side, which contained a black ebony wood plaque with the character “Qin” engraved on it.

Besides, the plaque was carved with some intricate patterns around the edges, seemingly as an anti-counterfeiting measure.

Greg examined the plaque carefully and without looking up asked, “How many blood qi elixirs can you sell at the exchange meeting?”

“That…”

When Mick Simmons heard his question, he became somewhat hesitant.

Greg raised his head and said, “Didn’t I ask you to tally them up a few days ago?”

Mick Simmons forced a smile and said, “Mr. Jensen, it’s not that I didn’t tally them up, it’s just that… there’s no way to tally this thing.”

“No way to tally?”

“Yes.”

Mick Simmons said, “To be honest with you, these things will be priceless as soon as they appear.

If we price them at three million each as you suggested, they would probably be snatched up like mad.”

“Seems I thought too much.”

Greg pondered for a moment and said, “Then just casually refine some.”

“Alright, do we need to help you sell them on behalf of the Simmons family?” Mick Simmons asked.

Greg looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, then turned to look at Fraser Simmons.

Fraser Simmons’s face darkened with anger, and he scolded, “Fool, do you think that a family like ours can meddle with something like the blood qi elixir?”

Upon hearing this, Mick Simmons was startled, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

The blood qi elixir had good effects and wasn’t too expensive; it would surely cause a frenzy as soon as it appeared at the exchange meeting.

But, there were only so many blood qi elixirs, and many people wouldn’t be able to purchase them.

Who would the Simmons family sell these elixirs to then, and who could they afford not to sell to?

Whichever choice they made, the Simmons family would offend people, and anyone who could afford a blood qi elixir was no ordinary person; simply bringing one up might be formidable.

But what if several factions were to trouble the Simmons family together?

Mick Simmons shivered and quickly said, “Mr. Jensen, I misspoke just now; please don’t take it to heart.”

“Haha, it’s fine.”

Greg smiled and said, “Actually, you all don’t need to worry too much about it; I’m not planning on making the blood qi elixir for the long term.”

Fraser Simmons and the others nodded, understanding.

Indeed, Greg wasn’t really short on money right now; rather than spending his days researching elixirs, it would be better to focus his time on cultivation.

“Alright, find a quiet place for me; I want to refine some elixirs. Also, take this list and buy everything on it by tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Mr. Jensen.”

Mick Simmons took the list, then arranged for a car to take Greg to a nearby villa.

By that afternoon, Mick Simmons had bought back all the required herbs for refining the blood qi elixirs, but it was Amelia Simmons who delivered the herbs.

“Mr. Jensen, here are the medicinal ingredients you requested.”

Seeing Amelia Simmons’s petite frame carrying two large bags, Greg Jensen quickly ran over to take them from her.

“Why didn’t your father come? He shouldn’t tire you out like this.”

Amelia smiled upon hearing this, her eyes curving into crescents, “These bags aren’t heavy. Although I haven’t practiced the Martial Way, I’ve trained a bit in our Simmons family’s Cultivation Technique.”

Greg Jensen, holding the bags, felt that each must weigh at least fifty or sixty pounds. He casually said, “Haha, you’re pretty strong.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Jensen.”

Amelia smiled shyly, her cheeks rosy like ripe apples, unknowingly whetting Greg Jensen’s appetite.

“Alright, come on in.”

“Okay.”

Greg Jensen carried the bags inside while Amelia followed closely behind.

The villa wasn’t very large, and for safety reasons, all the cleaning and security staff had been removed by Antonio Conner.

In the entire villa, there were only Greg Jensen and Amelia Simmons.

Greg Jensen took the medicinal ingredients to the kitchen and began washing the dust off their surfaces.

Amelia hesitated, “Mr. Jensen, my father said if you don’t mind, could I stay and help?”

“Sure, I’d really appreciate it,” Greg replied without a second thought.

Amelia quickly came over to help wash the ingredients, feeling the closeness of the masculine presence; she couldn’t help but turn her head and secretly glance at Greg Jensen.

Perhaps it was because of the attitude of her grandfather and father, but she always thought Greg Jensen was very stern, his air of authority intimidating and frightening.

However, up close, he also seemed very ordinary, just like a handsome, older boy next door.

Being near him she felt an all-encompassing warmth and an inexplicable sense of security.

Amelia exhaled and a smile appeared on her lips.

The two of them were busy all morning and didn’t finish handling all the ingredients until it was time for lunch.

“Mr. Jensen, let’s eat first,” Donald Simmons said, bringing in a pile of food containers, setting the meal on the table, and inviting Greg Jensen to join.

There were more than a dozen dishes laid out in a row, each one brightly colored and richly fragrant, likely bought from a fancy hotel.

“Hmm, you’ve put in a lot of effort.”

“It’s not troublesome, it’s my duty.”

Greg Jensen nodded, washed his hands, then started eating.

Amelia ate gracefully, occasionally looking at Greg with bright eyes.

Mick Simmons, watching, felt a stir in his heart, thoughtfully glancing at Greg and his daughter before continuing to eat.

After eating, Mick Simmons called Amelia out and asked, “Lia, how do you feel?”

“About what?”

Amelia’s face turned redder, and she mumbled, looking down, “Really, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Mick Simmons laughed, “Lia, just think of it like getting a boyfriend. Don’t overthink it. Let me tell you, a boyfriend like Mr. Jensen is hard to find.”

“Dad, you really are…”

Amelia’s face became even more flushed, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, “I would… but we can’t get married.”

Mick Simmons sighed and said with a bitter smile, “What if? We can only gamble. If we win, you’d have happiness, and our Simmons family would have a strong ally.

Even if you can’t get married, Mr. Jensen won’t leave you alone. Mr. Jensen is a man of honor… as long as… as long as there is some real progress between you…”

“Oh, I get it, I’ll see.”

Amelia ran off with a red face.

Mick Simmons could only sigh helplessly.