The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 51 - 51 The Betrayal of Family_1

Chapter 51 The Betrayal of Family_1

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Greg Jensen was planning on Dual Cultivating tonight, hoping to directly break through to the third layer of Qi Refinement. If not, he’d wait until tomorrow to go back to the village and take some medicine.

Lois Abbott, who had tasted the sweetness of it, had even bought sexy lingerie, eagerly awaiting the exploration of new territory tonight-only for Greg Jensen to be taken away by Chestor Ware.

“Be good, I’ll accompany you tomorrow night.”

“Hmph!”

Greg Jensen inwardly sighed. Originally, Lois Abbott was the one

accompanying him to sleep, but after these past few lessons, the two of them had executed a complete role reversal.

As the wealthiest man in Riverhaven County, Chestor Ware’s home was certainly not small, but it wasn’t until Greg Jensen arrived at the villa that he realized how modest his own sense of scale had been.

Compared to Chestor Ware’s three-story house, Boss Liu’s place was a shabby kennel at best.

In front of the white European-style villa was a twenty-meter-long swimming pool, which was bordered by a shrubbery-enclosed lawn.

A winding stone path extended deep into the lawn.

Antique street lamps had been installed around the swimming pool and along both sides of the stone path.

Under the dim yellow light, the clear pool water gently swayed with the breeze, imparting an indescribable sense of tranquility.

Even though Greg Jensen quietly reminded himself to remain calm, stepping into such an environment still gave him the feeling of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Chestor Ware didn’t look down on him for this but instead patiently shared amusing stories from when he built the villa.

“Mr. Jensen, shall we go to the study to talk for a while?”

“Sure.”

Chestor Ware gave a knowing glance, which Greg Jensen naturally followed like water, accompanying him to the study.

Once inside the study, Chestor Ware personally closed the door and sent the domestic staff far away before turning around and saying:

“Mr. Jensen, how should we proceed with the investigation?”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment and then asked, “Lingering Immortal Dew can only enter the body through food and drink, so let’s start with that. Do you usually eat at home?”

While reminiscing, Chestor Ware said, “I often need to entertain, so most of the time I am dining out. Only occasionally, when resting, do I eat at home.”

Greg Jensen frowned and said, “Then the poison must not have been administered during regular meals, since the poisoning incidents seem to happen about half a month apart.

If by chance you didn’t eat at home during that half-month period, the opportunity to poison you would be missed. Do you have the habit of eatmg late-night snacks?”

“Late-night snacks? Occasionally…”

Chestor Ware suddenly thought of something and abruptly looked up, saying,

“I drink a bowl of ginseng soup every night, without fail.”

Greg Jensen frowned and said, “Ginseng soup? if that’s the case, then it’s very likely that there’s something wrong with the soup. Who usually prepares the ginseng soup for you?”

“I’m not sure about that, it could be Sister Lan or Sister Xiang.

Chestor Ware said somewhat embarrassingly, “We have quite a few domestic staff, so basically whoever is available does it for me.”

“Hmm, have someone send in a bowl of ginseng soup for us to check.

“Alright, I’ll tell them right away.”

Chestor Ware went to the door and spoke to someone downstairs.

After a little while, a woman in her forties came in with a small stew pot in her hands.

“Mr. Ware, your ginseng soup.”

“Ah, thank you, Sister Lan. You should get some rest early, too.”

Sister Lan nodded, casting a glance at Greg Jensen before silently exiting the

room.

Once she left, Chestor Ware went over to lock the door and then presented the ginseng soup to Greg Jensen.

“Mr. Jensen, do you see anything wrong with this ginseng soup?”

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment, scooped a little of the soup with a spoon, and tasted it, then closed his eyes, concentrating on the changes within his body.

After a short while, he suddenly felt a trace of coldness emerge from his Dantian and twine around his True Qi.

The cold presence was incredibly subtle and would go undetected without close inspection.

Greg Jensen frowned, circulated his True Qi, and forced the chill out.

“Is there something wrong with the soup?”

“Yes, there’s something wrong.”

Upon hearing Greg Jensen’s words, Chestor Ware’s complexion instantly changed and he said in dismay:

“That’s impossible. Sister Lan is a neighbor from my childhood. Although we are not related by blood, we are almost as close as siblings. How could she harm me?”

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment, then said, “Well, since you think it’s impossible, let’s give it another try.”

“How should we try?” Chestor Ware asked blankly.

Greg Jensen said in a deep voice, “First, you get Sister Lan to do something else, then have Sister Xiang make another bowl of ginseng soup and tell her that the previous bowl was drank by me.

“Will that work?”

“Let’s try. If all goes well, we should be able to find that person very soon.”

“Alright.”

Chestor Ware returned quickly and sat opposite Greg Jensen, casually chatting as if nothing was amiss.

However, his eyes were full of red blood vessels, and he looked extremely haggard. They had lived together for many years, having long since regarded each other as family.

But now, he had been betrayed by his own family!

Yet, reality was this cruel.

No matter the outcome, among Sister Lan and Sister Xiang, one of them had betrayed Chestor Ware.

After a while, Sister Xiang came in with a stew pot, placed it on the coffee table, and smiled, “Mr. Ware, your ginseng soup.”

“Hmm.”

“Then I’ll go downstairs first.”

Sister Xiang smiled, gave Greg Jensen a smile too, and then turned to leave.

Greg Jensen watched her leave and suddenly thought of something, calling out, “Sister Xiang, wait a moment.”

“Do you have any orders?”

“Nothing much, 1 just wanted to ask if you made this bowl of ginseng soup? Sister Xiang paused for a moment, then said, “Of course, 1 made it myself.” “Nevermind then, you may go.”

“All right, Mr. Jensen.”

After Sister Xiang left, Greg Jensen tasted the ginseng soup again.

The result was that it was still poisoned.

-Mr. Jensen, doesn’t this mean that Sister Lan and Sister Xiang are not the problem?”

“Not necessarily.”

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen and have a look.”

“Alright.”

The two went to the kitchen and saw Sister Xiang tidying up.

Greg Jensen suddenly said, “Sister Xiang, you didn’t stew that ginseng soup, did you?”

-Ah, yes… I did stew it, what’s the matter?” Sister Xiang’s eyes shifted nervously.

Seeing something was off, Chestor Ware spoke sternly, “Tell the truth. Whatever Mr. Jensen asks you, answer it truthfully, or don’t blame me for being unsympathetic.”

At that moment, Sister Lan walked in and said, “Ware, don’t be hard on Sister Xiang. Let me explain.

Lately, it’s been difficult to find old ginseng, so we’ve been buying some semi-finished ginseng paste.

I thought the effects were quite good, so I didn’t tell you about it.

A few days ago, Jade Hall did send over a ten-year-old ginseng, but there were still some of that ginseng paste left, so tonight’s soup was still made with the ginseng paste and chicken broth.

If you feel the effects aren’t good, I can use that old ginseng to make you a new bowl.”

Greg Jensen was taken aback and asked, “Ginseng paste? May I take a look at it?”

“Please wait.”

Sister Lan said, and took out a bottle from the refrigerator, which contained a black paste.

Greg Jensen opened the bottle, scooped out a bit to taste, and indeed found the problem.

“The problem is with this ginseng paste.”

“So that means…”

Chestor Ware’s eyes suddenly lit up..