The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Trial Lift_1

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“Uh…”

Feeling Jophia Locke’s gaze, Greg Jensen thought he must look terrible and, feeling quite embarrassed, he said:

“Do I look really ugly like this?”

“No, no, it’s very…”

Jophia Locke’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, “very handsome.”

“Huh.”

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Greg Jensen didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but decided not to care since it was just the two of them here anyway.

Just the two of them?

Greg Jensen looked at the somewhat shy Jophia Locke and couldn’t help but tease, “You brought me here, aren’t you afraid I’ll have some bad intentions towards you?”

Jophia Locke’s head shot up, a flash of wariness in her eyes, but then relaxed, smiling gently, “No, you’re not a bad person, and besides, I’m not totally unprepared.”

“Oh? What have you prepared?” Greg Jensen asked, surprised.

With a smile, Jophia Locke struck a taekwondo pose, “I’m a taekwondo black belt, very impressive. Someone like you, I could take on five of… oh no, make that three!”

“Taekwondo? Hahaha.”

As soon as he heard the word “taekwondo,” Greg Jensen suddenly thought of Winston Carter and Theo Carter, the brothers who both practiced taekwondo and seemed quite skilled at it.

Yet, one ended up disabled while the other became Greg Jensen’s loyal underling.

Jophia Locke’s face turned serious as she said, “Are you underestimating me, or just taekwondo?”

“No, I’m not underestimating you, nor taekwondo, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

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Greg Jensen didn’t know what to say and could only respond, “Anyway, you know I don’t underestimate you or taekwondo.”

After finishing, he walked over to the barbell and said, “Let’s test my strength first.”

“Sure, I’ll start with twenty-five kilograms for you. Just try to do the first step of clean and jerk; don’t try to lift it completely or you might hurt yourself.”

As Jophia Locke adjusted the weights on the barbell, she carefully explained the precautions, fearful that Greg Jensen might hurt himself by accident.

However, just as she finished setting up the barbell and was about to repeat the precautions, she saw Greg Jensen lift the barbell with one hand, easily raising it over his head.

Jophia Locke was stunned, “Your strength is this great, you can hold a twenty-five-kilogram barbell this steady with one hand?”

“Mm, add some more weight.”

“How much more?”

In Jophia Locke’s eyes, Greg Jensen must have trained before; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for him to lift the barbell so steadily with one hand.

So, this time she took the initiative to ask for Greg Jensen’s preference.

After thinking for a moment, Greg Jensen said, “What do you think of one hundred and fifty kilograms?”

“One hundred and fifty kilograms? Are you kidding me?”

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Jophia Locke was shocked, her head shaking like a rattle, “No, no, that’s too heavy, you definitely won’t be able to lift it.”

“Let’s just try, it’s not like I have to lift it.”

“Well… okay then.”

One hundred and fifty kilograms, that’s like the weight of two adults.

Fortunately, the barbell weights were individual plates, and although Jophia Locke struggled with them, thinking about the exorbitant personal training fees filled her with strength.

Greg Jensen was about to help, but Jophia Locke wouldn’t let him.

“You are the client; you shouldn’t have to do this sort of thing.”

“Alright then.”

After a while, Jophia Locke finally got the barbell ready.

She stepped to the side and warned, “Be very careful, if you can’t lift it, don’t force yourself, it’s not a trivial matter.”

“Uh, okay, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, as your personal trainer, ensuring safety is also my responsibility.”

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Looking at Jophia Locke’s serious face, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but smile, and he approached the barbell with the intention of trying to lift it with one hand.

Seeing this, Jophia Locke frowned and said, “I don’t think you can lift it with just one hand. My suggestion is…”

However, before she could finish her sentence, Greg Jensen had already lifted the barbell.

Then, under her shocked gaze, he slowly lifted the barbell over his head.

Jophia Locke was completely stunned, her pretty mouth gaping wide open, and she stood frozen in place like a statue.

How was this possible?

Had he really lifted, no, raised a 300-jin barbell with just one hand?

Even a weightlifter couldn’t achieve this, right?

Was he even human?

Jophia Locke felt like all her principles had been shattered. She now didn’t even know what to say.

At that moment, an even more frightening scene ensued.

Greg Jensen, holding the 300-jin barbell with one hand, even shook it casually, as if what he held was not a barbell but a light bamboo pole.

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Did he feel that a 300-jin barbell was too light?

Insane!

Jophia Locke had completely lost it. She felt certain she must be hallucinating, because how could a person lift a 300-jin weight with just one hand and still have the strength to play around with it?

At this time, Greg Jensen gently put down the barbell and frowned, “It’s still a bit too light. Can we add more weight?”

“Add more?”

Jophia Locke was utterly bewildered and said, “How much do you weigh? Do you know that, in your weight class, 150 kilograms are already near world champion level?”

“Uh, I think I’m a bit over 70 kilograms.”

Greg Jensen had not looked into this and couldn’t help asking, “What’s the world champion’s record?”

Jophia Locke blushed and said awkwardly, “This… I haven’t looked into the specifics, but I remember the record for the 79-kilogram class is about 165 kilograms.”

After saying that, she realized that those athletes were competing with both hands and still struggled considerably.

Greg Jensen had effortlessly one-handedly lifted 150 kilograms.

If he used both hands…

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Jophia Locke couldn’t help but widen her eyes, looking at Greg Jensen as if he were a monster and tentatively suggested, “Why don’t you… join a weightlifting competition, and I’ll be your agent?”

“Forget it, I don’t have such plans. Just help me add some more weight, and I’ll try again.”

“Alright.”

Jophia Locke still felt it was a pity for Greg Jensen not to compete.

But her professional work ethic soon made her forget this thought as she picked up heavier plates and started adding weight to the barbell.

This time, the barbell’s weighted plates were directly increased to 250 jin.

You’re gonna use both hands this time, right?

Jophia Locke looked at the somewhat bloated barbell, very satisfied, nodded to herself, turned to Greg Jensen, and said:

“Mr. Jensen, you try it. This time I have added up to 250 kilograms. Please make sure to…”

She had only said half of what she intended when suddenly she remembered the scenes after her previous advisements and simply stopped speaking.

Greg Jensen smiled, approached the barbell again, extended his right hand to test the weight and although it felt a bit heavy, he believed he could lift it; it would just take some effort.

However, he didn’t take any risks and lifted the barbell with both hands.

Greg Jensen’s brow furrowed again, as he still found it too easy; he felt that another barbell of equal weight was just a bit short.

A thousand jin!

If he estimated correctly, his combined strength in both hands might now be about 1,200 jin.

As expected, it was the same result!

Jophia Locke stuck out her tongue and secretly rejoiced in her heart, thanking her lucky stars she hadn’t continued with the reminder, or it would’ve been embarrassing again.