The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Training the Child_1

After looking for a while, Greg Jensen was surprised to discover that besides some rare and valuable herbs, the photos on this social media post even included a Spirit Grass like Fragrant Spirit Grass.

“Are there experts in the martial arts circle?”

Or perhaps, was this list of herbs composed by a Cultivator like himself?

Or maybe it was from some Divine Doctor?

Greg speculated many possibilities, but only these three seemed the closest, and a trace of vigilance rose in his heart.

No matter who it was, he had to be careful. If he really provoked a Cultivator, the consequences were hard to imagine.

Looking at the reward of only five hundred thousand listed behind Fragrant Spirit Grass, Greg couldn’t help but sneer, “Heh, it would be a miracle to get Fragrant Spirit Grass for such a cheap price.”

However, he then thought again and felt that five hundred thousand was actually not a small sum.

After all, those people certainly did not realize the value of Fragrant Spirit Grass, otherwise why would they sell it?

“This method is not bad!”

Greg thought for a moment, then dejectedly gave up. The Simmons family dared to openly purchase Fragrant Spirit Grass because they had the confidence.

If he dared to release this news, he’d probably only attract the covetous eyes of others.

Just then, a call from Liliana Grey came in.

“Hello, are you out yet?”

“Not yet.”

There was a private auction today, which Liliana had to miss due to travel. She had originally wanted Nathan Humphrey to follow along, but she wasn’t quite at ease with that.

She knew that Greg had a keen eye for evaluating jade, so she wanted him to accompany Nathan.

Greg didn’t have much on, so he agreed.

“I’ll send you the address. Just go directly there when it’s time.”

“Okay, got it.”

Greg then called Trey Holmes to have him drive to the Imperial View district to meet him, and afterwards he got up to wash and get ready.

As he was washing, Jophia Locke got up, slipped into one of Greg’s shirts, and ran out.

Her two smooth, round, and fair legs were particularly eye-catching, and Greg couldn’t help but go up and touch them.

“Ah, stop it…”

Jophia was still dazed, gently pushed him away, squinted her eyes, and walked into the bathroom to sit on the toilet.

She slowly opened her eyes, then stared blankly, her face quickly turning red, and complained, “Oh my, why are you… why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

“I’m going to take a shower in a bit, who knew you would barge in.”

Greg responded casually with a mischievous smile, “It’s not like you’ve never seen it before, what are you afraid of?”

“I… I’m not afraid.”

Jophia looked at Greg and swallowed.

Greg, grinning, walked over, glanced down, and said, “The height is just right, shall we?”

“Oh no, don’t, mmm…”

Half an hour later, Greg, holding Jophia, stepped out of the shower together, feeling refreshed.

Jophia went to make breakfast while Greg sat on the sofa, looking over the recent financial reports.

Once breakfast was ready, Trey just happened to arrive.

After a quick breakfast, Greg took Trey and left the Imperial View district, driving the newly-bought Wrangler towards Phoenix County.

The private auction event was hosted by Phoenix County’s richest man, Quinton Creed, at his estate.

Trey was driving, and Greg took the opportunity to catch up on sleep in the passenger seat. After about an hour, they entered Phoenix County.

“Boss, there’s a GL8 ahead, is it waiting for us?”

Greg sat up, took a glance, and said, “Honk a few times, let him go ahead.”

“Okay.”

Trey Holmes replied, pressing the horn a few times before realizing the GL8 didn’t budge an inch.

She had no choice but to park beside the GL8 and said to Greg Jensen, “Boss, they’re not responding.”

Greg Jensen rolled down the window and looked across at the other vehicle.

Just then, the side door of the GL8 opened, and Nathan Humphrey popped his head out, beckoning to Greg Jensen with a hook of his finger, signaling him to come over.

Greg Jensen simply rolled up the window, pretending not to see, and leaned back in the passenger seat, continuing to rest with his eyes closed.

Let’s just wait; after all, it’s Nathan Humphrey who wants to attend the auction, not me.

Inside the GL8, Nathan Humphrey’s face darkened as he saw Greg Jensen close his window, anger burning inside him.

It’s rare for his mother not to be at home, allowing him to attend the auction alone. Yet, here was this disgusting thing that had shown up.

To make matters worse, the bastard completely ignored him when he asked him to come over to his car!

Nathan Humphrey had been pampered since childhood, unused to such humiliating treatment, his temper flared up immediately and he shouted furiously, “You motherfucker, get over here!”

At that moment, Greg Jensen suddenly rolled down the window again and spoke coldly, “Nathan Humphrey, right now I’ll give you two choices: either hit the road quickly, or I’ll get out and beat you up right now.

Then you can tell me what’s going on and why you’ve been staying here!”

Remembering Greg Jensen’s fighting prowess, Nathan Humphrey felt a chill run down his spine, and his expression softened slightly.

Feigning courage, he said, “Greg Jensen, this auction is the Humphrey family’s business; it’s none of your concern—just go about your own business.”

“Fine, then have your mom come talk to me!” said Greg Jensen indifferently.

At the mention of his mother, Nathan Humphrey’s face changed instantly. None of the uncles and elders of the Humphrey family could hold a candle to him; the only person he feared was his mother, Liliana Grey.

Greg Jensen didn’t care about all that; seeing Nathan silent, he immediately took out his phone, ready to call Liliana Grey.

Nathan Humphrey panicked at the sight, pleading desperately, “Mr. Jensen, I… I was wrong, please don’t call my mom.”

“Are you going to be obedient then?”

Looking at Greg Jensen’s smiling face, Nathan Humphrey gritted his teeth in anger and braced himself, “Obedient. I’ll definitely follow Mr. Jensen’s instructions at the auction.”

“Hey, that’s more like it. That’s a good kid!”

“I’m a motherf…”

“Hmm?”

Seeing Greg Jensen turn his head again, Nathan Humphrey quickly gestured with his hands, “Nothing, accidentally bumped my head.”

“Good, then let’s get going. It wouldn’t be right to be late.”

“Okay.”

After dealing with Nathan Humphrey, Greg Jensen closed the window and instructed Trey Holmes to keep driving, whereas the GL8 obediently followed behind.

Trey Holmes stifled a laugh, glanced at Greg Jensen through the rearview mirror, and asked, “Boss, are you sure it’s okay to treat him like a child?”

“He’s only seventeen, what do you think?”

“Wait, he’s a minor?”

Greg Jensen replied annoyedly, “What did you think? Enough, don’t worry about it; just drive your car.”

“Okay.”

Trey Holmes stuck out her tongue and focused on driving.

Inside the GL8, Nathan Humphrey’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was breathing heavily with rage.

The appraiser that had come along, Creed Humphrey—a distant relative of Nathan’s and an old-timer in the Humphrey family, having worked there for decades, even though he was from a junior line.

By rank, Nathan should call him ‘Fourth Uncle’ when happy, but when not pleased, Nathan could just call him ‘Old Humphrey’ and he would still have to respond.

Seeing his young master upset, he hurriedly came over and said with a smile, “Young master, why bother getting angry with him? Once we get to the auction, he’ll be put in his place.”

Nathan Humphrey was taken aback and asked blankly, “What do you mean?”