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“Ms. Abbott, 1…”

Faced with the ironclad facts, Harry Cooper finally caved, not minding the many people present, and thudded to his knees on the ground.

Lois Abbott’s face changed slightly, and she said to the crowd outside the door, “What are you all looking at? Get back to what you should be doing.”

The employees outside the door hurriedly scattered upon seeing this.

“What exactly happened?” Lois Abbott asked.

Harry Cooper sighed and said, “I can’t blame anyone but myself; I love to gamble. I’ve lost all of my savings over the years, and I’m still in debt.

Brandon Brent threatened me, saying if 1 didn’t do this, he’d go to my mother for money.

My mom is over seventy, how could 1… sigh…”

Greg Jensen spoke indifferently, “Iris, I think it’s best to leave this to the patrols to handle.”

Lois Abbott hesitated for a long time before sighing, “Let him stay in the office for now. After my dad is finished with his work, I’ll let my dad handle it.”

“Hmm, that’s a good idea.”

After all, it was a family matter at Reverie Inn; Greg Jensen didn’t want to interfere too much. Seeing that there was nothing else for him, he slipped straight into the kitchen.

“Master Jensen is amazing!”

Greg Jensen had taught them how to make medicinal cuisine not long ago, so he was very familiar with these people in the kitchen.

Upon his entrance, the chefs immediately greeted him.

The head chef even stood up, personally poured a cup of tea for Greg Jensen, and offered up his own spot.

“Master Jensen, please have a seat.”

“Hmm, thank you.”

Greg Jensen thanked him and casually asked, “How’s the medicinal cuisine coming along?”

The head chef glanced at the time and smiled, “A pot will be ready soon, you can have a taste then.”

“Alright, get to it.”

“Sure, just a moment.”

After a while, the head chef brought over a clay pot, scooped a little of the medicinal cuisine into a small bowl, and set it down in front of Greg Jensen.

“Master Jensen, please try it!”

Greg Jensen took a spoonful and tasted it carefully, then nodded, “Not bad, it’s at least eighty percent of my standard.”

“Haha, thank you for your compliment.”

“Hmm, take it up.”

The head chef personally carried the medicinal cuisine away, and Greg Jensen continued to sit on his chair, watching the chefs cook.

In the large hall on the second floor, three large tables were filled with people.

Alfred Webb, as the owner of the hotel, had the honor of sitting at the same table as Chestor Ware.

On the surface, it seemed it was because he had procured the Dragon fish, which had pleased Chestor Ware, hence the privilege.

But he knew in his heart that Chestor Ware’s real motive was to inquire about the Divine Doctor.

So, after the third round of drinks, Alfred Webb took it upon himself to bring up the topic.

“Mr. Ware, didn’t you say you wanted to meet the Divine Doctor? How about I have him come up to see you later?”

“The Divine Doctor is here?”

Alfred Webb smiled, “Yes, Mr. Ware, you’ve actually seen him just now.”

“Seen him just now?”

Chestor Ware was startled and quickly came to the realization, frowning, “Is Mr. Webb talking about the young fellow who delivered the Dragon fish just a moment ago?”

“Exactly, it’s him.”

Alfred Webb smiled, “Don’t be fooled by his youth, Mr. Ware, his medical skills are indeed formidable.”

“Oh, that’s indeed impressive.”

Chestor Ware gave a noncommittal nod, with his perfunctory attitude very clear.

Alfred Webb seemed to have anticipated this reaction and smiled, “Mr. Ware, if you don’t think so, you could just invite him over and find out for yourself.”

“Then please come over.”

“Okay, just a moment.”

Alfred Webb stood up, said something to Adeline Conner, who was standing at a distance, and then returned to sit at the table.

Chestor Ware was the main character today, and when he found out that a Divine Doctor would examine him, everyone else couldn’t help but put down their chopsticks and look over.

For a moment, the second-floor hall fell into a bizarre silence.

After a while, Lois Abbott came up with Greg Jensen.

“Dad, Greg is here.”

“Hmm.”

Alfred Webb smiled, stood up, and patted Greg Jensen on the shoulder, saying to Chestor Ware,

“Mr. Ware, let me introduce you. This is the Divine Doctor who cured me—Greg Jensen.”

After speaking, he turned to Greg Jensen and said, “Greg, this is Chestor Ware, Riverhaven County’s wealthiest man.”

“What wealthiest man, I’m just an old man.”

When Chestor Ware heard his introduction, a smile appeared on his face, “Young man, since you’re here, why don’t you sit down and join us for a bit.”

“I’d better take your pulse first.”

Greg Jensen smiled and approached Chestor Ware; he had no interest in dining with these so-called wealthy people.

With this time, he’d rather discuss with Iris the internal temperature changes in the human body.

Chestor Ware’s smile faded as he said indifferently, “Let’s talk about the consultation later. With so many good friends here today, we can’t delay dinner.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “No worries, it’ll be quick and won’t take much time.”

That’s when Drew Walker from Reverie Inn suddenly said, “Say, Alfred, who is this guy you’ve brought? He’s in such a hurry to see Mr. Ware; he isn’t a fraud, is he?”

Alfred Webb’s face darkened upon hearing this, but for the future of Reverie Inn, he had no choice but to forbear.

Seeing Alfred Webb remained silent, Drew Walker grew more excited and smirked at Greg Jensen,

“You say you’re out here scamming people, why not dress a little older? At the very least, keep some stubble, right? You look barely twenty; who would believe you?”

“I also think this kid is shady.”

“So young, what kind of medical skills could he have? Unless he’s in cahoots with this Mr. Webb to fool people?”

It was clear that Chestor Ware didn’t believe in Greg Jensen, and Drew Walker dared to call Greg a fraud because he noticed it.

With Drew Walker leading the charge, others began to express their doubts and even dragged Alfred Webb into it.

Alfred Webb’s face immediately changed; he had originally hoped that Greg Jensen would cure Chestor Ware’s illness, thereby forming a closer relationship, but it had backfired.

“Mr. Ware, you also think I’m a fraud?”

Greg Jensen looked at Chestor Ware with a smirk that held a touch of mockery.

Chestor Ware frowned but said nothing.

Indeed, he didn’t believe in Greg Jensen, it was just for the sake of face that he didn’t openly admit it.

As for the ridicule of Drew Walker and others, it was fleeting; no one would make things difficult for Greg Jensen.

But this greenhorn had gone straight for Chestor Ware.

The faces of the crowd immediately changed, their gazes turning peculiar.

Alfred Webb grew anxious and said in a low voice, “Greg, what are you doing? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Ware.”

Greg Jensen shook his head and looked at Chestor Ware again, “Mr. Ware, do you always feel groggy every morning? And have little appetite for food?”

Chestor Ware laughed, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, “Isn’t that just a common ailment for the elderly? What’s so strange about that?”

“Is that so? What if we add cold extremities and frequent dizziness?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “I almost forgot, and around noon, that’s around twelve o’clock, you feel a stabbing pain in your right abdomen.”

Chestor Ware’s face changed drastically as he suddenly stood up, astonished, “How do you know?”

At this moment, Riverhaven County’s wealthiest man—a man who had dominated the business world for decades…

Finally lost his composure!