Greg Jensen turned his head to glance at Brandon Brent, walked up to him, and jabbed his chest a few times, saying coldly,
"What are you still doing here? Waiting to get beaten up?"
Brandon Brent staggered back from the jabs, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
As he was unsure what to do, he saw Lois Abbott tugging at Greg's clothes and said softly, "Greg, you…"
"Don't be afraid as long as I'm here!"
Greg patted her small hand and gave her a comforting smile.
When Brandon saw their intimate interaction, his expression grew even uglier. He said sternly, "Fine, kid, you've got some guts! But this isn't over; we'll see about that!"
After saying that, he led the way out.
Will Harrison was also hurriedly helped out by the old man and scurried after him.
Lois hurried to the door and saw Brandon driving away; she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"That scared the life out of me!"
She patted her chest, still reeling from the fright, but when she turned around, she saw Greg staring intently at her chest, his gaze so penetrating it was as if he wanted to burrow into her clothes.
Her face immediately flushed red, and she glared at him angrily, asking, "Have you seen enough?"
"Heh heh, not at all!" Greg replied with a grin.
"I… I'm going to check on my dad."
Under ordinary circumstances, Lois would have already started cursing, but after what had just happened, a strange emotion suddenly arose in her heart.
Facing Greg's teasing, all she did was walk upstairs with her face still red.
"I should check on him too," Greg said, following her.
Lois stopped in her tracks, feeling awkward, "What are you going for?"
Greg smiled and said, "Didn't you just say I know how to treat illnesses? I'll examine my future father-in-law."
Upon hearing the words "father-in-law," Lois's face turned even redder, and she stammered, "I… that was just to fool Brandon Brent."
Greg laughed, "But I took it seriously."
Lois, seeing his nonchalant demeanor, couldn't help but roll her eyes and said exasperatedly, "What good does it do you to take it seriously? You don't know medical skills."
Greg feigned surprise, "Oh, I thought you knew."
"Knew what?"
"That I know medical skills!"
At his words, Lois's eyes widened in astonishment, "You really know medical skills?"
"Of course, and my skills are pretty good too!"
"I'd believe you, yeah right!"
Lois, uninterested in entertaining him, went directly upstairs.
Greg didn't continue explaining but merely followed her with a smile on his face.
In the upstairs bedroom, Heather Crowe and Adeline Conner were sitting beside the bed, their faces etched with worry as they looked at Alfred Webb sleeping soundly.
Seeing Lois come up, Heather Crowe's face showed some displeasure and she spoke sarcastically,
"Brandon Brent kindly came to treat your dad, and you chased him away. Now, what are you going to do?"
"Brandon Brent wasn't here to treat my dad at all, he wanted to harm him!"
Lois frowned and said, "You don't need to worry about this; I'll figure out a way."
Heather Crowe sneered, "You figure out a way? How long have you been thinking of a solution?
Your dad's illness isn't getting any better, and you've made a mess of the hotel's business too!"
Lois's expression grew even grimmer, but she had no retort.
At that moment, Greg Jensen spoke up, "How about letting me give it a try?"
"You?"
Adeline Conner and Heather Crowe both looked over, their eyes filled with doubt.
"You better not add to the chaos," Lois sighed, "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you."
Seeing her response, the corners of Greg's mouth curled up slightly as he lazily said,
"If even I can't cure your father's illness, then I'm afraid there is no one in this world who can,"
Lois Abbott frowned, ready to rebuke, but suddenly remembered what Greg Jensen had said before.
She looked at Greg in surprise, "You really understand medical techniques?"
"Otherwise? I don't think there's any need for me to lie to you,"
With a smile that was not quite a smile, Greg glanced at her and sat beside the bed to take Alfred Webb's pulse.
Sitting opposite him, Adeline Conner's eyes were filled with curiosity. "Brother, do you really know medical techniques?"
"Of course,"
Greg replied without lifting his head.
Heather Crowe furrowed her brow and turned to Lois, saying, "Lois, your friend… he isn't some swindler, is he?"
Lois also had her doubts, but she and this "little mom" didn't get along, and she couldn't help but retort:
"If you don't know how to speak properly, then keep quiet. Where do you see my friend looking like a swindler?"
Heather's face turned somewhat unsightly, and though her mouth opened, she didn't continue.
Lois snorted coldly, "Greg, how is my dad?"
Greg shook his head, remaining silent.
The three members of the Abbott family thought that Alfred Webb was in a dire state and became immediately tense, daring not even to breathe heavily.
However, what they didn't know was that Greg's head shaking simply meant that he hadn't figured it out yet.
Because, although his mind was filled with extensive knowledge of traditional medical practices, this was his first time treating someone.
Just like physical techniques, at first, Greg found it somewhat unfamiliar, but as time went on, he became increasingly proficient.
Nonetheless, as it was his first time treating someone, he inevitably felt a lack of confidence. He compared Alfred Webb's pulse with the medical knowledge in his mind for a long time before he finally let go.
Seeing this, Lois hurriedly asked, "Greg, how is my dad now?"
"Uncle's problem is not serious," Greg said.
"Not serious?"
Upon hearing this, Lois immediately became excited, clutching Greg's clothes and asking urgently, "Do you mean my dad can still be saved?"
"Of course, uncle simply has a straightforward case of cerebral infarction,"
Greg confidently said, "With some acupuncture treatment, he'll wake up. However, for a full recovery, he still needs to take Chinese medicine for a while."
"That's great!"
Lois became excited, "As long as you can save my dad, I'll do anything you ask!"
"Lois, don't listen to his nonsense. If it was just a cerebral infarction, why hasn't any of the big hospitals detected it?"
Heather angrily said: "I think this man is a fraud!"
"The reason machines can't detect it is because the symptoms are still very mild,"
"Nonsense, you even said the symptoms are mild, then why is Alfred unconscious?"
"Obviously, because the blood supply to the brain has been insufficient for too long, that's why he remains unconscious,"
Greg looked at her as though it was a matter of course, and then with a puzzled expression, he asked:
"Do you understand medical techniques? You don't even understand such simple logic?"
"I… I don't understand medicine."
With Greg's questioning, Heather's presence suddenly weakened a lot.
Where does she understand any medical techniques?
She merely saw that Greg was young and didn't dress particularly well, and inherently didn't believe him.
Greg sneered, disdainfully saying, "Then what right do you have to question me?"
"Greg, don't bother with her, just go ahead and treat my dad,"
Lois also had some doubts, but many hospitals had said that there was no way to cure her father's illness.
Now she could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive, temporarily trusting Greg.
Greg nodded, then said, "You need to go out and buy a set of silver needles, and also some Chinese medicine."
Upon hearing this, Heather couldn't help but scoff, "You don't even have silver needles, and yet you dare to say you're a practitioner of Chinese medicine?"