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“How the hell did you know that?”

“Heh, how 1 know is not important, what’s important is you are about to die.”

Greg Jensen sneered coldly and glanced at Alfred Webb, then said to everyone, “1 hope you all enjoy your meal.”

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

“Stop right there!”

Chestor Ware’s face instantly darkened, “You’re not going anywhere until you explain this today!”

Before his words fell, four bodyguards immediately blocked Greg Jensen’s way.

Alfred Webb broke out in a cold sweat on the spot and quickly stood up, “Mr. Ware, let’s talk this over, please, let’s talk.”

Chestor Ware pushed him away with a shove and looked coldly at Greg Jensen, “Kid, tell me, who told you?”

That illness of his had been a secret for over a year, never spoken of to others.

In other words, apart from his wife, children, and other close family, no one should possibly know.

Yet, not only did Greg Jensen name his disease, but he even accurately described the timing of its onset.

Therefore, he suspected a leak among his confidantes.

Someone must have conspired with Greg Jensen to set this up; otherwise, how could Greg Jensen know his illness so precisely?

“Heh, that’s all the breadth of mind you have.”

Greg Jensen sneered again, looked at Drew Walker and the others, and said, “Not only can I tell you your disease, but I can also tell theirs.”

After saying this, he pointed at Drew Walker, “This guy has a bad stomach, often suffers from acid reflux, and his burps smell of food.”

Chestor Ware looked at Drew Walker suspiciously.

Drew Walker snorted coldly, “Mr. Ware, don’t listen to his nonsense, we who work in hospitality need to socialize every day, who doesn’t have a stomach ailment?”

“Heh, really? Does socializing require daily kidney tonics too?”

Greg Jensen scoffed, “You rich folks sure know how to live it up, wrecking your kidneys and still taking tonics for them.”

As soon as he said this, the others’ gazes became strange.

With his face turning red, Drew Walker angrily retorted, “Nonsense, your damn kidneys are the ones that are failing.”

Seeing him still talking tough, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but shake his head and said, “If you don’t believe me, press on the lower left of your abdomen and see what happens.”

“Press it then, I’m not scared… Ah…”

Drew Walker carelessly pressed down, and instantly let out a scream of pain, unable to even stand straight due to the stabbing pain in his stomach.

His face turned pale in a moment, and large beads of sweat fell down pattering.

“Damn, is it really that serious?”

“Don’t know, he was fine just a moment ago, and then after just a press, how did he turn out like this?”

“Could Old Zhao be putting on an act?”

Everyone was shocked and stared at Drew Walker with bewildered faces.

Chestor Ware’s expression darkened, and he remained silent, thinking that Drew Walker was deliberately trying to make him look bad.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that his illness matched exactly what Greg Jensen described?

Even a doctor would need to take a patient’s pulse before being able to clarify, right?

How could anyone diagnose just by looking with their eyes?

Greg Jensen sneered, “Does it hurt? Good if it hurts. If you keep up with your daily activities and take medicine at the same time, 1 guarantee you won’t last three years.”

Hearing his words, Drew Walker suddenly became panicked and wanted to ask Greg Jensen, but he also feared that Chestor Ware would be displeased.

Greg Jensen gave Chestor Ware a sneer, casually pointed into the crowd, and said, “Okay, now let’s talk about you.”

The middle-aged man he pointed to was named Augustus Wolfe, tall and well-built, his developed chest muscles were visible even through a suit.

He looked at Greg Jensen with disdain and said indifferently, “Go ahead, my health is fine, plus, I’m not lascivious, I work out every day.”

“Hehe, you definitely exercise regularly, but do you know what the saying ‘too much of a good thing’ means?”

Greg Jensen looked toward his waist, “Your lower back has been hurting lately, hasn’t it? I suggest you stop exercising immediately and go to the hospital for a thorough checkup.

While lumbar muscle strain is common, if you continue exercising, I’m afraid you’ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.”

Upon hearing his words, Augustus Wolfe’s face changed abruptly, and with a fierce tone he said, “You’re talking nonsense, my waist is fine, it’s never been in pain!”

“Is that so? Then press here…”

“I won’t press!”

Before Greg Jensen could finish, Augustus Wolfe flatly rejected him.

What a joke, the example just now was right before his eyes- if he pressed, he might end up more embarrassed than Drew Walker.

Greg Jensen scoffed, “You’re all grown up, do you still wet your pants?”

“You…”

Augustus Wolfe’s eyes widened in terror as if he had seen a ghost.

“Hehe, you think I’m spouting nonsense?”

Greg Jensen scoffed, “Lumbar muscle strain is just a minor symptom. The real seriousness is the nerve damage in your lower back.

Do you know why so many athletes and martial arts masters end up in great pain later in life?

It’s because their type of training is very damaging to the body. When young, a twisted waist may stop hurting after a night’s sleep, but it leaves behind many hidden injuries.

When you get older, all those hidden injuries will emerge all at once.”

“Divine Doctor, save me, please, save me, I don’t want to be in a wheelchair.”

Without another word, Augustus Wolfe knelt on the ground and clung to Greg Jensen’s legs, begging desperately.

As for whether Chestor Ware would be displeased, it was completely out of his consideration now.

After all, compared to Chestor Ware, his own life was more important.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and even Alfred Webb, who had been worried, was completely shocked.

“Could everything this kid said be true?”

“It can’t be an act, can it? Is there really someone who can diagnose people just by looking at them?”

“Holy shit, if that’s the case, then this kid really is a Divine Doctor.”

Chestor Ware was also stunned, watching the tall and strong Augustus Wolfe cry like a child, he couldn’t help but ask:

“Augustus Wolfe, is everything this kid said true?”

Augustus Wolfe nodded hurriedly, “It’s true, I’ve been feeling a bit uncomfortable in my waist for a while now, I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I had lumbar muscle strain and advised me to rest.

Afterward, my waist stopped hurting, but my lower body frequently goes numb, and…”

At this point, his face suddenly flushed but he did not continue speaking.

Seeing his embarrassed look, everyone suddenly recalled what Greg Jensen had just said, and a question inevitably arose in everyone’s hearts.

Could it be that Augustus Wolfe really wet his pants?

A man in his fifties… still wetting his pants…

How is that possible?

Chestor Ware watched Greg Jensen with a mix of shock and skepticism; others might deceive him, but Augustus Wolfe certainly wouldn’t.

The two had been friends for over twenty years, why would Augustus Wolfe lie to him because of a stranger?

Only… this young man before him looked too young to be a Divine Doctor.

After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn’t help but ask, “Greg… Mr. Greg, are you really the Divine Doctor?”

“Heh, Divine Doctor? In this world, where is there such a thing as a Divine Doctor?”

Greg Jensen shook his head gently, and said indifferently, “I just know a little more than the average doctor, that’s all..”