A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 66 Asking Too Little

was a crowd outside the doors of the ICU,

The Alexander and Finnegan arrived, the crowd greeted Alexander respectfully, “Dr.

Finnegan looked around casually and noticed that the room was filled with importarit figures from Jadeborough, as well as experts and professors from other fields. Judging by their age, about half of them were Soren’s students.

Soren indeed had many students over his lifetime as a professor.

After responding politely to the crowd, Alexander turned to a man in his forties, who looked like a scholar, and said, “Caulder, this is Finnegan Larkin. He’s the one who recently helped Mr. Miles and even treated Dr. Magnussen’s granddaughter. I’ve invited him over.”

Everyone turned to look at Finnegan with a frown.

William even had a skeptical look in his

eyes.

If it weren’t for Jerome and Alexander’s recommendation, he might have thought that it was just a joke.

How could someone so young be skilled in medicine?

William’s politeness masked his doubt. “Mr. Larkin, did you really treat both Mr. Miles and Yuliana?”

Finnegan replied calmly, “Indeed.”

Setting aside his skepticism, William continued, “My father is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. Darius Hicks diagnosed him in Durbaine and said he only had a couple of weeks more to live. Now it’s down to four or five days. Can you help extend that by another two weeks?”

He was well aware of his father’s condition. He wasn’t expecting a miraculous recovery and was just hoping for a bit more time to get the old man past eighty years old.

Finnegan walked up to the glass wall of the ICU ward where Jerome, in a sterile outfit, was giving acupuncture to a frail old man.

Finnegan raised his hand and knocked on the glass before William could stop him.

Hearing the sound, Jerome looked up and beamed as he rushed to the glass and spoke into the intercom. “Master, you’re finally here!”

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you waiting for? Let my muster in to check

hand that was about to stop Finnegan froze in mid-air. He

surprised

all, Jerome Magnussen was one of Loang’s top ten

he had actually addressed Finnegan as his master.

be

senses, William asked, “Mr. Magnussen,

mine, but he won’t take me as his disciple. So, I treat him with respect like a teacher of

They all turned their intrigued gazes to

ever, said, “Mr. Magnussen, tell me about Old Mr. Caulder’s

condition.”

dealing with late-stage lymphoma. It has spread to his armpits, back, and organs. His neck area is most critically affected, and it’s affecting his breathing. He’s relying on a tracheostomy tube to breathe at the moment. Once we remove the

as to how someone like Soren, who underwent medical check-ups twice a year, could end up in such a critical

a rare neuro-immune constitution, which meant that anesthesia was ineffective on him. With this condition, he couldn’t undergo any surgery, as the pain would

had evaporated. His words were now laced with respect. “Mr. Larkin, in this situation, could you

asking too little,” Finnegan responded, having made up his mind. “Make the arrangements for me. I’ll operate on Old Mr. Caulder myself. Barring unforeseen complications, keeping Old

Everyone fell silent.

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of weeks at most. He struggled to tain

question back at him. “Don’t you want your father to recover? Or do you nor

everything arranged for you.” Snapping back to reality, William quashed his doubts and turned to Alexander. “Dr. Cooper, could you please make the

för Mr. Larkin

my

his father would only live for a few more days at most. He thought they might as

Finnegan to change into sterile clothing before entering the ICU ward.

assistant over and instructed, “Get everyone who’s a deputy chief or higher in their departments here if they’re not swamped. Also, give a heads-up to

without critically ill

on? Why are the chief doctors being replaced by regular doctors? What are

here for a late-stage lymphoma patient. Everyone’s

Cancer is tough to treat even in its early stages, let alone late- stage.”