The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 445: Chapter 445 This is called living_1

A multitude of grateful gazes converged upon Greg Jensen, filling him with an inexplicable excitement, and his heart was beyond words.

“Lukas, isn’t this a bit too much?”

Lukas Simon walked over with a smile and said, “They have followed me and stood guard here for five years, with the evil spirits eroding their bodies every moment.

It was you who freed them from their suffering, shouldn’t they be thankful to you?”

Greg grimaced and said, “It’s okay to be thankful, but…”

Lukas waved his hand dismissively and said, “What of it? In the future, if you ever run into trouble, you can call me.

I may not have many talents, brother, but I do have many people. Even if it’s just to cheer you on, I’m much stronger than others, aren’t I?”

Greg’s heart warmed, and he nodded with a smile, “Alright, let’s agree on that. If I ever face danger, I will definitely ask for your help, Lukas.”

“Haha, that’s the spirit!”

Lukas laughed heartily and patted his shoulder.

After chatting with him for a while, Greg then took Bradley Ford and Randy Locke with him onto the helicopter that had been prepared early on.

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The entrance of the Gourd Cave was still pitch-black, like a bottomless abyss eager to swallow everything around it.

Greg sat in the helicopter, gazing at the steadily shrinking Gourd Cave, and contemplated internally. It wouldn’t be long before he would return here, open the stone door, and see what exactly lay inside.

According to his speculation, the tomb might contain an ancient general or even an emperor.

And judging by the two guardian statues, the owner was likely a cultivator, though he wondered why they would have met their demise here.

His gains this time were not meager, but there was still a nagging dissatisfaction in his heart.

Similar to his trip to Danu, he had entered Treasure Mountain but only reaped meager benefits.

Greg was certain that the cave in Danu was akin to a residence for cultivators, or else it wouldn’t be filled with so much Fairy Medicinal Spirit Grass.

If he could break through the prohibitions within…

At this thought, Greg uncontrollably shuddered, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

Because he suddenly remembered, if the prohibitions in the Danu cave were still intact, could its owner still be alive?

But then he thought it was impossible.

Andrew Holmes had died hundreds of years before the entrance to the cave; his body lay untouched at the doorstep for centuries.

This indicated that the cave’s owner hadn’t returned for at least several hundred years, making the likelihood of their being alive very slim.

Even so, Greg still warned himself to wait until he was strong enough before going back to Danu, to be prepared for any potential crises.

Lost in thought, the helicopter had by now reached the airspace above the villa.

In the courtyard of the villa, Chelsea Wolfe was dressed in a floral maxi dress, struggling to carry a potted plant out of the house.

Miss Ying followed carefully behind her, pretending to offer support while continuously talking, seemingly wanting to take the pot and carry it herself.

Greg couldn’t help but smile. He gestured to the pilot with a hand wave, indicating he didn’t need to land.

Then, grabbing a rappelling rope and to the amazement of Bradley and Randy, he leapt from a hundred meters in the air.

Chelsea was bending over to place the pot on the ground, and her delicately raised buttocks were faintly discernible beneath her dress.

She heard the roar overhead and was about to straighten up when the helicopter’s downdraft flipped her dress up.

“Ah…”

She hurriedly pressed down her dress, annoyed, and looked up, then was instantly stunned.

A figure descended from the sky, seemingly free from gravity, casually holding onto the rope, and effortlessly floated down from the sky.

Before Chelsea could react, the person had already landed in front of her.

Seeing that smiling face, a look of surprise immediately appeared in her sweet eyes.

“Ah, Mr. Wolfe, how come you’re back all of a sudden?”

Greg Jensen smiled and asked on purpose, “What? You didn’t want me to come back?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant…”

Chelsea Wolfe shook her head frantically, then pointed at the helicopter that was getting farther away and said, “I mean, why did you suddenly jump down from up there?”

“Haha, I missed you, that’s why.”

“Really?”

After Chelsea asked, her face turned red, and she shyly lowered her head, whispering in a voice only she could hear, “I missed you too.”

Greg smiled again and lifted her by the waist, “Haha, let’s hurry back to the room then.”

Chelsea was extremely nervous, scanning the surroundings in panic, fearing that someone would see her current embarrassing state.

“Mr. Wolfe, you… you put me down now, I’m so embarrassed…”

“Afraid of what? No need to be afraid!”

The two hadn’t seen each other for several days and naturally had their share of intimate moments.

By now, Chelsea’s figure had also filled out a bit, with flesh growing in all the right places, her waist remained as slim as before, and her legs as straight as ever.

Moreover, because of her petite frame, if she wore Lolita-style clothes, she would probably be mistaken for a minor.

What was most valuable was that, despite all her experiences, Chelsea still acted like a touch-me-not, recoiling at the slightest touch.

This greatly satisfied a man’s desire to conquer.

After their amorous exertions, the two rested.

Greg lay on the bed resting, while Chelsea sat on his back, kneading his body with her delicate, tiny hands.

This is what life is supposed to be!

Greg felt a surge of contentment in his heart. He hadn’t rested much these past few days, but with Chelsea’s massage, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

By the time he awoke again, it was already noon.

He went downstairs and, hearing noises from the dining room, walked in.

Chelsea, wearing a pair of oven mitts, walked out with a soup pot and her face turned red again at the sight of Greg.

“Mr. Wolfe, you’re awake. Have a seat, the food will be ready shortly.”

Greg, surprised, said, “Why are you cooking? Where’s Mrs. Ying?”

“Mrs. Ying had to leave for the afternoon, so I gave her the day off. I’ve been learning to cook recently, you should try my cooking.”

“Sure.”

Greg smiled and walked into the kitchen.

Chelsea quickly pushed him out, “Hurry out, I get nervous with you here, I can’t cook properly.”

“Haha, all right then.”

Greg returned to the dining room to wait, and meanwhile, he looked at the reports from the two groups.

The Peach Blossom Group was the same as always. Although business had expanded to the provincial city, it didn’t seem to improve much.

On the other hand, the Double Phoenix Group had climbed up the ranks, using the Dreamscape Garden’s signature medicated cuisine to establish a stable foothold in the provincial city.

Last month they had already turned a loss into a profit, and the monthly sales were not far behind the recently opened Jamae branch.

After giving it some thought, Greg felt that this couldn’t continue; the pace of taking over the Green family’s assets must be accelerated. Then, using the Wolfe family’s side to support both groups.

In comparison, both groups were his core assets, while the Wolfe family could be discarded at any time.

No matter what, the core assets couldn’t be lost.

Therefore, the focus of future development had to be on developing his own industries.

Additionally, the Wang, He, and Chen families, although they had stopped their overt activities, that didn’t mean they had admitted defeat.

They had the Stuart Family backing them up, so it wouldn’t be surprising if they stirred up some trouble.