YM778.TV Chapter 367: 367 Gratitude as Great as Rebirth_1
“Dad…”
“You have objections?”
Leon Morris suddenly opened his eyes, and in his turbid eyes, a cold and piercing light shone forth.
Hazel Simmons was so frightened that she trembled, quickly shaking her head.
“If you can’t live up to being a first-rate family, then step down and let others lead. Otherwise, you will end up harming both yourself and others.”
Leon Morris said meaningfully, then turned to Vince Brent, “Vince Brent, go help them.
After all, they are our kin, don’t be too harsh. However, if they continue to be stubborn, we may have to take some severe measures.”
“Master, I understand.”
“Hmm.”
Leon Morris, with the support of a caretaker, slowly got up, moved his limbs a bit, and sighed, “Ah, I’ve gotten old…”
…
The sky gradually darkened.
The Simmons family started to prepare for the evening banquet, while Greg Jensen and the others returned to the third floor.
Fraser Simmons had awakened and was stumbling around the room with the support of his granddaughter, Amelia Simmons.
“Dad, your leg…”
Upon seeing this, Mick Simmons was immediately overjoyed and asked, “Dad, is your leg healed?”
“Haha, yes, all thanks to Mr. Jensen.”
Fraser Simmons laughed heartily, then bowed deeply to Greg Jensen, “Mr. Jensen, thank you.”
“Old man, you’re too polite.”
Greg Jensen smiled and said, “You should go back to sitting on the bed, and I’ll take your pulse again.”
“Good, good.”
Fraser Simmons gently pushed his granddaughter away and shakily made his way back to the bedside on his own.
It was evident that his leg had indeed healed, and if his walking was still somewhat unsteady, it was mainly because he had been lying down for too long and still needed time to adjust.
If he were a common person, this process might take a long time, but Fraser Simmons was close to becoming a Grandmaster, and after moving around several times, he could become as agile as a normal person.
Greg Jensen approached the bedside, his fingers resting on Fraser Simmons’s pulse, carefully feeling it, then smiling, he said, “Try rotating your True Qi.”
“Uh, okay.”
Fraser Simmons was somewhat anxious, but smitten with Greg Jensen’s miraculous medical skills, he couldn’t help but trust him and attempted to rotate his True Qi according to the Simmons family’s Cultivation Technique.
After decades of practice, rotating his True Qi had become second nature, but this time, as soon as he started, he noticed something was wrong.
He found his True Qi moving along a slightly unfamiliar path, which startled him, and just as he intended to correct it, the speed of the True Qi suddenly increased.
The very next second…
Whoosh!
It was as if something burst open, and the flow of True Qi sped up once more.
“Hmm…”
Fraser Simmons felt incredibly refreshed, filled with strength throughout his body, and the indescribable relief almost made him hum out loud.
He moved his arm instinctively, and a nearly transparent strand of True Qi shot out with a whoosh, striking the wall with a muted thud.
Boom!
Looking at the slightly indented handprint on the wall, Fraser Simmons was stunned and in disbelief, he raised his palm to inspect it closely.
He could hardly believe that the handprint on the wall had been caused by his casual wave.
“Is this…”
Fraser Simmons looked up in shock to see Greg Jensen’s smiling face.
“Congratulations, Mr. Simmons, on becoming a half-step Grandmaster.”
“This… I’ve become a half-step Grandmaster?”
Fraser Simmons stammered, “Have I truly become a half-step Grandmaster?”
“Dad, it’s true, don’t believe me? Try it again,” Mick Simmons said with tears in his eyes.
At his words, Fraser Simmons immediately concentrated his True Qi in his palm and then pushed hard against the wall.
Bang!
Another handprint appeared on the wall.
Seeing this, Fraser Simmons finally believed that he had indeed become a half-step Grandmaster.
Thump!
Without a second thought, Fraser Simmons knelt before Greg Jensen, excitedly saying, “Mr. Jensen, your kindness is as great as life itself. From this day on, the Simmons family is at your command, ready to serve you in any way you ask.”
“Mr. Simmons, you are overestimating it.”
Greg Jensen hurriedly helped him up, saying, “Healing the sick and saving lives is my duty. Modifying the Cultivation Technique was just a small effort, you don’t need to be so polite.”
“Your small effort not only saved my life but also allowed me to reach the realm I’ve dreamed of. I can never repay this debt of gratitude,” Fraser Simmons said, his tears flowing freely.
After thanking him profusely, he turned to Mick Simmons and ordered, “Antonio, bring over those agreements I had you prepare earlier, for Mr. Jensen to sign.”
“Yes, Dad.”
Without hesitation, Mick Simmons immediately brought over the document folder from before, containing various stock transfer agreements.
“Mr. Jensen, please sign here.”
Looking at the documents, Greg Jensen felt a bit overwhelmed and thought to himself that these people from the Simmons family really knew how to go overboard in gifting their entire business to someone.
With sincere expression, Mick Simmons said, “Mr. Jensen, we don’t know how else to thank you, you must accept these businesses.”
Greg Jensen, left with no choice, picked up the documents and looked them over, finally stopping at the Westland Pharmaceuticals stock transfer agreement.
He looked at it for a long time, noticeably tempted.
The range of the Simmons family’s businesses was broad, and Westland Pharmaceuticals was the only one that completely matched Greg Jensen’s current industries.
After some hesitation, he said, “Forget about the rest, I’ll take Westland Pharmaceuticals.
However, change the stock distribution, the Simmons family should keep some to manage for me, as I don’t have time to oversee the company’s affairs.”
“No problem.”
Seeing that Greg Jensen finally agreed to accept, the Simmons family was overjoyed, signifying that Jensen acknowledged them and they had finally secured support from a powerful benefactor.
“Mr. Jensen, about the remaining businesses…”
“Keep the rest for yourselves. If I need something in the future, I’ll let you know,” replied Greg Jensen, his demeanor calm.
Upon seeing this, Fraser Simmons and the others didn’t press any further.
Bradley Ford said enviously, “You should be content now.”
Fraser Simmons knew what he meant, and with a smug laugh, he teased Bradley Ford, causing him a great deal of frustration.
At that moment, the butler approached, “Sir, dinner is ready.”
“Mr. Jensen, let’s go have dinner,” invited Fraser Simmons.
“Alright.”
By then, it had grown dark, and the Simmons family’s dining room was prepared with many exquisite dishes.
Greg Jensen ate simply and was soon full. He sat by the dining table chatting with Bradley Ford and others.
Although Fraser Simmons had just become a half-step Grandmaster, his decades of martial arts experience were exactly what Greg Jensen lacked.
Discussing tips and tricks of combat, even Greg Jensen found himself enlightened.
“Miss, bringing so many people with you is…”
“Step aside!”
Just then, a commotion erupted from outside.
Immediately afterward, a group of people barged in angrily, led by Elliot Morris, the second son of the Morris family.
Hazel Simmons and Landon Morris followed by his side, shrinking away and lowering their heads under the stares from Fraser Simmons and the others.
Mick Simmons glanced at his sister and brother-in-law, his brow furrowing briefly before he demanded in a deep voice, “Elliot Morris? What are you doing here so late?”
With a sly smile, Elliot Morris replied, “Nothing much, just heard that you all invited a Divine Doctor who cured Uncle Simmons’s illness. My father is extremely pleased.
He worries that Uncle Simmons, having been bedridden for so long, would be rusty, so he sent Vince Brent over to keep the old master company in practice.”
Before he had even finished speaking, Vince Brent stepped forward from the crowd, his face expressionless as he scanned Mick Simmons and swept his gaze over the room, finally landing on Fraser Simmons.