Chapter 111: Chapter ill Awakening 1
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“Brother Greg, I owe you another life,” Norman Hols said.
Greg Jensen chuckled and replied, “There’s no need for us brothers to be so formal. How are you feeling now?”
“Hiss…”
Norman Hols tried to move and grimaced in pain, “My chest hurts and my head is a bit swollen.”
The doctor rolled his eyes, helplessly saying, “Don’t move around, your breastbone is shattered, we just finished the suturing operation.”
“Alt, thank you, doctor.”
“No need to thank .”
The doctor turned to Greg Jensen and said, “You two chat, the patient just woke up, don’t let him get too excited…”
Mid-sentence, he slapped his forehead and said with a wry smile, “I forgot, you’re also a doctor, it was overstepping of .”
“Haha, you’re too serious.”
Greg Jensen smiled and then sat down beside the hospital bed, asking, “Do you know who hurt you?”
“It was Hugh Simmons…”
Norman Hols’s face showed a flash of fear, but he quickly regained composure and sighed, “He was too powerful. I didn’t even have a chance to retaliate, I couldn’t beat him.”
At these words, Greg Jensen’s brows furrowed slightly.
Norman Hols had been Kenny Walker’s top enforcer, natural in combat but not quite up to par. Even he stood no chance—this Hugh Simmons was frighteningly strong.
However, Greg Jensen wasn’t overly worried.
Although he had never had a real fight with a master, he never really considered ordinary martial artists a threat.
In today’s world, which dojo martial arts instructor could break stones and split slabs like he could?
“Alright, you rest up. I’ll be at the hospital with you these next few days. I believe that Master Simmons probably won’t co looking for you.”
“Brother Greg, thank you,” Norman Hols said, his eyes nearly brimming with tears. He had only t Greg Jensen a few tis, but the man had not only saved his wife and daughter but also his own life.
He didn’t say it, but he secretly resolved in his heart that he would repay Greg Jensen’s kindness for as long as he lived, even if it ant working like an ox or horse.
Greg Jensen comforted Norman Hols for a bit before stepping out of the intensive care unit.
Jaylene River hurriedly asked, “Mr. Jensen, how is Norman doing?”
Greg Jensen smiled and assured, “Sister-in-law, don’t worry. Brother Norman is fine, a ten to fifteen days’ rest and he’ll be as good as new.”
“Does that an… there’s no danger to his life?”
“Haha, rest assured, he’s completely fine,” he chuckled.
Hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Greg Jensen smiled, took out a blood-replenishing pill, and handed it over, saying, “Sister-in-law, take this. Scrape a little powder from it each day, mix it in water and have Brother Norman drink it. It will help replenish his energy and blood.”
While Jaylene River had never seen a blood-replenishing pill before, she understood that anything treated so seriously by Greg Jensen had to be valuable.
She quickly asked, “Mr. Jensen, this… how much does it cost?”
“Wiry talk about money with ? Just take it,” he replied.
“I feel bad accepting this without paying…”
Greg Jensen shook his head and said with a smile, “It’s fine, just take it.”
“Alright, thankyou.”
Jaylene River carefully packed away the blood-replenishing pill, and a smile finally appeared on her gentle and amiable face.
“Sister-in-law, stay here for a mont. I need to speak with them,” Greg Jensen said to Jaylene River before calling Bryce Cooke and Bobby Prince over, and commanded, “Send a few more brothers to guard the stairwell and the main entrance.
Especially at the door of the intensive care unit, no one is allowed in apart from this doctor. No other doctors, understood?”
At these instructions, Bobby Prince’s face changed, and he asked in shock, “Mr. Jensen, do you an… that bastard Kenny Walker will send people again?”
“Who can be sure? Better safe than sorry. Let’s be on the lookout.”
“Understood, I’ll make the arrangents now,” Bobby Prince said and walked aside to make a call.
Bryce Cooke looked at Greg Jensen sowhat fearfully and said with a forced smile, “Mr. Jensen, about before…”
Greg Jensen glanced at him coldly and said indifferently, “I said I would not pursue it further, and I an it. But you better not have a next ti, or no one can save you.”
“Yes, Mr. Jensen, rest assured, there definitely won’t be a next ti.”
Bryce Cooke heaved a long sigh of relief.
Greg Jensen pondered whether to strike first and take out Hugh Simmons, but considering Norman Hols’s current condition, he put aside that thought.
He would wait until Norman Hols could move on his own.
The main reason Greg Jensen was so protective of Norman Hols was that they had a common enemy and because Norman’s straightforward nature suited his own.
Since Ethan Locke’s incident, he had realized the importance of having a few good friends in life.
If he had several trustworthy friends back then, he wouldn’t have been made a fool of by Ethan Locke.
Ethan Locke!
Sooner or later, I will return the suffering you brought tenfold, a hundredfold.
“Boss Walker, have you found the guy?”
Hugh Simmons sat on the sofa with an imposing presence, drinking tea.
Kenny Walker sat opposite him, wearing a faint smile. He glanced at his phone and said, “That kid is definitely like an eel, but don’t worry, Master Hugh, we’ll find him soon.”
Hugh Simmons scoffed, saying, “Boss Walker, that Greg Jensen is just a country bumpkin, right? Was it necessary to have step in?”
“Master Hugh, you can’t just see him as an ordinary country boy.”
Kenny Walker explained, “Greg Jensen is indeed skilled; even several of my best n fell to him.”
“Oh?”
Hugh Simmons’s interest was piqued, he questioned skeptically, “All five of your n went down?”
“Exactly. They have disappeared without a trace by now, probably thrown into the river to feed the turtles.”
“Did Greg Jensen do it alone?”
Kenny Walker mused, “It seems so, he didn’t have anyone else with him.”
“Oh, then he does have so ability.”
Hugh Simmons smiled, but inwardly he remained unconvinced.
A man in his twenties, no matter how skilled, how capable could he be?
Just then, Kenny Walker’s phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up, and a look of surprise crossed his face, “That kid is actually with Norman? Both at Riverhaven Hospital?”
Hugh Simmons’s eyebrows lifted, and he chuckled, “Heh, that saves trouble.” “Master Hugh, do you need to send a few more n?” Kenny Walker asked.
Hugh Simmons curled his lip disdainfully, “Your useless underlings? Forget it.”
Kenny Walker felt displeased inside, but his face showed sincere concern, “Master Hugh, I’ll trouble you with this matter. Don’t worry, you’ll get every penny that’s coming to you.”
“Hmm, just wait for my good news.”
Riverhaven Hospital.
Greg Jensen and his companions had just finished dinner. Bobby Prince and Bryce Cooke had called over twenty subordinates to guard the passages leading to the intensive care unit.
Bobby Prince said, “Mr. Jensen, why don’t you go and rest for a while?”
After considering that Norman Hols had been injured just yesterday and that Kenny Walker probably wouldn’t send soone so soon, Greg Jensen thought it should be safe for at least a couple of days.
With that in mind, he decided not to stay any longer. After informing Jaylene River, he went down to the empty ward on the ground floor to get so sleep.
There weren’t many patients in Riverhaven County Hospital. The empty rooms had all been rented by Jaylene River to give Greg Jensen and the others a place to rest.
Although the ward was old, the bedding was clean, still carrying the fresh scent of detergent.
Greg Jensen wasn’t picky; after washing his face, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
He wasn’t sure how long he had slept when he suddenly woke up with a start, grabbed his phone, and saw it was just past three o’clock.
He climbed out of bed, deciding to make a round in the ICU ward.
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