The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 774 - Chapter 774 Chapter 774 Poisoning_1

Chapter 774: Chapter 774 Poisoning_1 Chapter 774: Chapter 774 Poisoning_1 “I…”

Nelson Rice, the old monk, felt his face redden, realizing he had wrongly accused Greg Jensen, but apologizing to a junior was something he found difficult to swallow.

He went over to Wesley, bent down to check on him, and discovered that Wesley’s condition was quite peculiar.

Wesley’s True Qi was rampaging through his body like a tempest, completely different from a true possession by a Dark Spirit.

Buddhist monks are not unfamiliar with Dark Spirits. Although Nelson Rice had never seen a real Dark Spirit, he had read about the signs of possession in the scriptures.

Wesley, at this moment, certainly did not seem possessed.

Could it be that Wesley had a grudge against Aaron Gill and deliberately sought to kill him?

That shouldn’t be the case!

Nelson Rice harbored some doubts, but he couldn’t voice them, because, if it were proven that Wesley actually intended to kill Aaron Gill, then the enmity would be established.

He tried using the Buddhist mana to sort out Wesley’s True Qi, but to no avail.

This truly worried him!

After much hesitation, Nelson Rice rose to his feet and approached Greg Jensen awkwardly, saying, “Bowen Griffin, my nephew, I accused you wrongly just now. Do not take it to heart.”

Greg Jensen responded indifferently, “Let it be, it was merely a misunderstanding.”

Nelson Rice felt slightly relieved and, with a sheepish look on his face, said, “That being said, nephew, please go over and help check on Wesley.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen also wanted to see what exactly was wrong with Wesley, so he did not refuse.

He approached Wesley, felt his pulse, and immediately frowned.

Because he discovered that the reason for Wesley’s frenzy was not a possession, but poisoning.

Without revealing his finding, Greg Jensen stood up and turned to the two younger disciples, asking, “Were you both close to Wesley when he went mad?”

“Yes, we were too close to avoid it.”

“My master was standing right behind Wesley, and he punched back without even hesitating, poor master had no time to react.”

The two younger disciples spoke with sad faces, but Greg Jensen’s expression grew even more grim.

Nelson Rice noticed something was amiss and quickly pulled Greg Jensen aside to ask quietly, “Bowen Griffin, my nephew, what exactly is wrong with Wesley?”

Greg Jensen said gravely, “He’s been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?”

Nelson Rice’s face darkened, then he felt something was off and said, “Wait, that’s not right. If he was poisoned before we came in, then why didn’t anything happen to us when we ate together?

If he was poisoned after we came in, that still doesn’t make sense, as those two young fellows were with him, why are they alright?”

As he spoke, Nelson Rice also realized something, and with a stern face, he said, “Are you suggesting that someone intentionally poisoned Wesley alone?”

“Exactly,” Greg Jensen nodded.

Flaring up, Nelson Rice cursed angrily, “Aiden Clark, it must be those two boys. I’m going to call them over right now.”

“Wait, it’s not them.”

Greg Jensen explained, “Master Wesley is a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, while those two are only at the mid-stage. Even if they wanted to, they don’t have the means to poison him.”

Nelson Rice was taken aback, “But it can’t be Aaron Gill, can it? He was knocked down the cliff.”

Greg Jensen calmly said, “Aaron Gill is a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Falling off a cliff doesn’t necessarily mean death, so how is it impossible for it to be him?”

“But what would be his motive for doing that?”

“We don’t know yet.”

Greg Jensen shook his head and continued, “But of the few people who were near Wesley just now, only Aaron Gill could have administered the poison without a sound.”

Nelson Rice seemed to agree with this notion and said grimly, “I knew Malcolm Gill was up to no good.

If there really are treasures in the secret realm, how could he bear to share them with us?”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “It’s too early to talk about that now, let’s wake up Wesley first.”

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you, Nephew Bowen.”

“You’re welcome.”

Greg Jensen returned to Wesley’s side, fed him a Detoxification Pill, and then began to use silver needles to remove the poison.

He figured he would have to make a scene to take Louisa Burley with him, and his main reason for saving Wesley was to ingratiate himself with the members of the Hanging Temple.

Perhaps they could become allies for him in the future.

Since the Monastic Order of Danxia was founded on the arts of healing and Alchemy, Greg Jensen volunteered for the task, and Monk Nelson Rice naturally had no suspicions.

Seeing that Greg Jensen had started the rescue, he breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to question the two younger monks again.

Teresa Cotes came over to Greg Jensen’s side and asked, “Brother Bowen, what happened to Wesley?”

“He was poisoned,” replied Greg Jensen, without lifting his head.

Teresa Cotes’s face changed slightly, and she asked, “Do you know who poisoned him?”

Greg Jensen did not hide his suspicions from her and said in a low voice, “I suspect it was Aaron Gill.”

“That… can’t be possible, can it?”

“Who knows.”

Greg Jensen turned his head slightly and gave her a faint smile, “I only suspect it for now, we don’t have any evidence yet.”

“Oh.”

Teresa Cotes didn’t say anything more but stood by patiently watching Greg Jensen’s acupuncture treatment.

After a while, the acupuncture finally ended, and Wesley suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of congealed blood.

Monk Nelson Rice rushed over and asked, “Wesley, how do you feel?”

“Uncle Master?”

Wesley looked at him with a dazed expression and asked, “Where am I?”

Nelson Rice quickly recounted what had happened, and upon hearing it, Wesley was stunned.

“Uncle Master, did I… did I really kill someone?”

Nelson Rice sighed helplessly and said, “According to those two youngsters, it seems so, and Nephew Bowen also saw you chasing after them.”

“Uncle Master, I…”

“It’s alright, I know it’s not your fault.”

Nelson Rice hesitated for a moment and then said, “We’ll announce to the outside that you were Possessed by a Ghost. Remember this point, and never admit to having been poisoned.”

“Alright… okay.”

Since entering the secret realm, two people had died, and the fate of Aaron Gill and the other two young monks was uncertain, making everyone inevitably nervous.

Seeing Wesley regain consciousness, the others also relaxed.

Disciple Matthew Harrison from the Sect of Mystic Gates said, “Master Nelson, shall we continue towards the Medicinal Garden? We should be able to break through the Formation there shortly.”

Monk Nelson Rice kept a stern face and didn’t respond, instead turning to look at Greg Jensen and asking, “Nephew Bowen, where do you think we should go?”

Greg Jensen turned around, glanced at the grand hall in the distance, and said, “I think we should check out the grand hall.”

Monk Nelson Rice didn’t hesitate, nodded, and said, “Fine, then let’s check out the grand hall.”

Greg Jensen nodded, took Teresa Cotes, and started walking up the mountain. Monk Nelson Rice and the others from the Hanging Temple followed suit.

Seeing this, several smaller sects hesitated; on one hand, they wanted to go to the Medicinal Garden to harvest the Spirit Grass, and on the other, they felt it might be safer to follow the members of the Hanging Temple.

Matthew Harrison saw that Nelson Rice had ignored him and instead heeded Bowen Griffin’s advice, his face couldn’t help but show displeasure.

A disciple from the Sect of Mystic Gates said in a low voice, “Brother, where shall we go?”

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