Chapter 349: Chapter 349 The Oil is Exhausted and the Lamp is Dry_1
“Mr. Jensen, you may not be fully aware of the value, but the Cultivation Technique you provided to Tracy is an invaluable treasure to our Ford family.”
“We’re not just talking about a few dicinal herbs here, even if we were to share half of the Ford family’s assets with you, it would still be fair and reasonable.”
“Yes, Mr. Jensen, please accept it. We wouldn’t feel at ease with ourselves holding onto that Cultivation Technique.”
Jaden Ford followed with a smile, “Greg, please don’t refuse. This is also a token of my grandfather’s gratitude.”
“Well… okay then.”
Seeing that Jaden Ford had also spoken, Greg hesitantly accepted.
Upon seeing this, Patrick Ford sowhat relaxed and smiled, “From now on, Mr. Jensen is a great benefactor to our Ford family. Should there be any tasks, we will go through fire and water to lend our help.”
Greg replied with a wry smile, “You’re too polite, it was but a trifle.”
“Mr. Jensen, your ‘trifle’ has helped our Ford family imnsely,” Bradley Ford said with a big laugh.
Greg quickly responded, “Elder, please don’t stand on ceremony with . Tracy and I are friends, and if you keep calling Mr. Jensen, I’ll truly be on pins and needles.”
“Haha, alright then, I’ll call you young Greg.”
“Ah, that’s fine.”
Greg smiled and began to chat casually with the Ford family.
After a short while, Bradley Ford suddenly asked, “Young Greg, do you have so conflict with those two brothers from the Simmons family? Do you need to speak on your behalf?”
“Er, I have a certain dicinal herb they want, but it is very important to , so… ”
“I understand,” Bradley interrupted, understanding Greg’s implication. “Alright, leave this to . I’ll personally pay the Simmons family a visit and have a word with those two brothers.”
“In that case, I’m very grateful to you, Elder,” Greg replied.
Truth be told, Greg was not afraid of the Simmons family at the mont. Worst-case scenario, he was ready for an all-out confrontation, but even so, he didn’t want to provoke a strong enemy without good reason.
After all, he wasn’t alone; he had relatives and friends.
A conflict with the Simmons family would inevitably involve them.
Therefore, having the Ford family step in to solve the matter was more than ideal.
Greg, looking at Bradley’s sallow face, couldn’t help but ask, “Elder, have you been sleeping poorly lately?”
Bradley was taken aback and then chuckled, “Young Greg, do you know a thing or two about the healing arts?”
“A little,” Greg replied with a smile.
He continued, “I see that your vitality isn’t great, and you show signs of being deficient in blood and qi.”
In fact, Greg’s words were quite understated because, in his view, Bradley was already burning the candle at both ends and did not have long to live.
With his blood and qi stagnating and his complexion dull, these were clear signs of imminent decline.
Bradley’s smile was a bit forced as he sighed, “Young Greg, I won’t hide it from you. n in our Ford family, because we practice geomancy, seldom live long.
I’m already over sixty this year and, in the history of the Ford family, I’m considered to have a longer lifespan.”
Greg understood and, without showing any alarm, smiled and said, “It’s not as serious as you say. Let take your pulse and do so adjustnts. You’ll feel better in no ti.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, thank you, young Greg,” Bradley responded.
He only thought of these as comforting words, but after the laughter, he cooperatively extended his wrist.
Greg laid his hand on Bradley’s pulse, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate.
Upon seeing this, Patrick and the others looked towards Jaden instinctively.
Jaden quickly whispered, “Greg’s dical skills are quite remarkable. He cured Amande Burns’s strange illness.”
Upon hearing her words, Patrick and his brother grew even more anxious instead of relaxed, holding their breaths, barely daring to breathe loudly.
The reason was simple: if Greg had no dical skills, they could have taken his actions as a joke.
But knowing that Greg’s dical skills were excellent, his words implied that the elder truly had health issues.
The tea room was so quiet that one could only hear the breathing of the few people present.
Greg’s brows slightly furrowed; Bradley’s condition was more complicated than he had anticipated.
The Qi and blood were depleted like a dried-up riverbed, and the pulse was feeble, akin to a candle fla in the night wind, on the verge of being snuffed out at any mont.
Upon seeing him frown, the Ford family instantly tensed up.
Tracy Miles’s knuckles turned white, and her lips were almost bitten to bleeding.
The two Ford brothers had even graver expressions, their eyebrows knitted tightly together.
In that mont, everyone’s hearts in the Ford family were lodged in their throats.
After what seed like an eternity, Greg Jensen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyebrows slowly relaxing as he smiled and said, “It’s not a big issue, I’ll give you acupuncture first.”
“Thank goodness!”
“You scared to death.”
“As long as everything is alright.”
Patrick and the others let out a long sigh of relief, a relaxed smile finally appearing on their faces.
Only Bradley Ford smiled with so reluctance, taking a deep look at Greg Jensen before saying, “Since it’s not a problem, let’s not worry about it.
An old man like , a little ailnt is inevitable.”
“How could that be?”
“Greg, my father’s health, I entrust it to you.”
Bradley Ford raised his eyes and frowned, “Don’t my words carry weight anymore? I said there’s no need to trouble, and that’s final.”
“Dad…”
“That’s settled then!”
Bradley Ford held significant authority in the family; his word was enough to make the Ford brothers turn their hopeful gazes towards Greg Jensen.
Cough…
Greg Jensen coughed lightly, calmly stating, “Elder Ford, do you believe that if I say there is no issue, that there is truly none?
Or perhaps, do you think I cannot discern the problems in your body?”
“Ha-ha, that’s not what I ant,” Bradley Ford said with an embarrassed laugh.
Greg Jensen spoke indifferently, “Elder Ford, not to boast, but if I say there’s not a big issue, that’s because there’s none in my expertise. But if it were another doctor, that might not be the case.”
Patrick sensed sothing was amiss in his words and quickly asked, “Greg, how is my father’s health really?”
By now, Greg Jensen decided not to conceal the truth any longer, fearing that Bradley Ford might beco even more obstinate.
He stated bluntly, “It’s not far from the end.”
Upon hearing this, Patrick’s face imdiately grew serious as he said in a deep voice, “Dad, you don’t have a say in this.”
“Exactly, you need to cooperate with whatever Greg says,” Nicolas added.
Tracy Miles said with a sob in her voice, “Grandpa, please don’t worry us.”
With his son and granddaughter uniting against him, Bradley Ford was helpless and sighed deeply, giving Greg Jensen a bitter smile, “Greg, then I leave this old fra in your hands.”
Greg Jensen smiled and said, “Elder Ford, rest assured, my biggest strength is that I never undertake sothing I’m not sure of.”
“Good, that’s good…” Bradley Ford smiled.
“Let’s go upstairs and find a guest room.”
“Okay.”
Greg Jensen led everyone out of the tea room and spoke to a waitress nearby, asking her to help find a guest room.
“Elder Ford, please lay down on the bed, I need to start acupuncture on you.”
“Alright.”
With the Ford brothers watching, Bradley Ford obediently lay down on the bed, then removed his shirt to reveal his slightly wrinkled back.
Greg Jensen took out an Elixir pill and handed it to Tracy Miles, instructing, “Get so hot water from the waitress and find a bowl to dissolve the Elixir in.”
“Okay, Greg.”
Tracy Miles left with the pill as Greg Jensen took out the Silver needle, sterilized it, and began acupuncture on Elder Ford.
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