A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 31 Opened Eyes.

A tall and burly elderly man in his seventies walked over with a smile.

It was none other than the head of the underground world of Walund’s Southern Region- Theoden Wahlstrom.

He made his debut when he was fifteen and became a follower of Dominic Johnson. When he was in his twenties, he was forced to return to his hometown-Bellridge-to develop because of an incident. By the time he reached his thirties, he had conquered the underground world of five states in Southern Region.

Three years ago, he was poisoned with a deadly poison, and Finnegan cured him.

Finnegan’s gaze darted from the glowering Alisha to Theoden, who walked over with all smiles. Finnegan asked, “Hey, I was sure… How is it you only have a few months left to live?”

Upon closer inspection, Finnegan realized Theoden was surrounded by a dark aura, despite being energetic. It was a sign the latter was dying soon.

Although ancient medical practices focused on the skills of observation, listening, questioning, and feeling, observing the patient’s facial features was a compulsory course. And with the legendary techniques of Primordial Pharmacopoeia given by his mentor, Finnegan could instantly tell Theoden was surrounded by a death aura.

The smile on Theoden’s face was stiff. “Dr. Larkin, I admit I’ve sent Alisha to trick you before, but you mustn’t joke about this.”

If someone else had said the same thing. Theoden would have lost his temper. Since Finnegan was the one who said it, the former felt uneasy.

Alisha chimed in, “Mr. Larkin, please don’t frighten my grandpa.”

“I’m not joking. Originally, your grandpa is able to live until he’s ninety years old, but now he only has three to five months left to live,” Finnegan said grimly.

Realizing Finnegan was not joking, Alisha asked nervously, “Grandpa, do you feel uncomfortable?”

Theoden thought carefully and said, “I’ve been feeling great ever since Dr. Larkin treated met three years ago. I don’t even have any minor illnesses. Dr. Larkin, is there really something wrong with me?”

“Come here.”

At that, Theoden moved closer to Finnegan, feeling uneasy.

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Finnegan channeled his spiritual energy to his eyes, which made his eyesight ten times

stronger

“It’s the bad aura around you that’s reducing your lifespan. I need you to

asked, “But Mr. Larkin,

explain in just a few sentences. Bring

room first.”

Finnegan was not joking. Hence, the

his room.

was about two thousand square feet. It had a bedroom, a study, and at hundred-square-meter lounge. The interior design was vintage. The pieces of furniture were expensive

saw a shrine placed against the wall at the front of the lounge. It had a bronze

did this statue of Hermes come from?”

“It was Seth Zymons of Gablurg who gave it to me a while ago. He said it’s a relic from seven hundred years ago. Could it

shrine and eyed it for a while. It made both Theoden and Alisha feel even more nervous. “It’s indeed a relic, but it’s not just seven

“It’s rather common for people like us to worship Hermes. Is there

course not. It’s just that his eyes are

confusion, “Mr. Larkin, could you explain a bit more?”

a strong murderous aura. It brings luck when his eyes are closed, but kills when they’re opened. Every time Old Mr. Wahlstrom worships Hermes,

statue, adding, “You can take a look if you don’t believe me. Do you see

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examined the statue’s eyes. Sure enough, they were filled with

instantly. He asked the latter ruefully, “Does that mean I’ll only have a

grandpa, Mr.

Don’t worship this statue anymore. Get someone to burn this at a church. I was just wondering… How is it you made such a mistake when this information is

his gaze at Finnegan’s words. “It’s a little

had a rough idea when he remembered the statue was gifted by

to strengthen and recover your energy. I’ll also readjust the layout in your room to help get rid of the bad energy in your room.

for saving me once again, Dr. Larkin. I’ll do everything I can to help you if there’s anything you

already late at night when Finnegan returned to his room after being treated warmly

it was out of battery. He quickly charged it. Immediately, dozens of messages flooded in. Five

texted: Have you arrived at Bellridge?

Are you

up on pursuing me? Why are you ignoring

phone off? Did something happen? Call me back as soon as

smile after reading all the texts. “Is this how a woman behaves when she’s about to