Mick Simmons stared blankly and said, "Uncle Bradley, you mean to say… Mr. Jensen's medical skills are truly formidable?"
"Of course, why would I lie to you about such a thing?"
"But…"
Mick Simmons still found it hard to believe. It was already surprising enough that a man in his twenties was nearly a Grandmaster, but could his medical skills also be exceptional?
In his eyes, a person's energy is limited.
If Greg Jensen could become nearly a Grandmaster in his twenties, he must have devoted all his time to martial arts training; how would he have time to learn medical skills?
Mick Simmons was unaware that Greg Jensen's medical knowledge was literally imprinted in his mind, requiring no learning—only lacking practical experience.
As long as he was careful during treatments, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call his medical skills unfathomable.
"Antonio, your father and I have been friends for decades; I certainly wouldn't deceive you in this matter."
