A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 97 Do You Dare

A spry

old woman dressed in cultural attire and whose hair was dark and glossy walked in through the courtyard gate. She appeared highly anxious.

“Old Mdm. Brown,” Romona greeted with a hint of relief. She rushed forward to clasp the old lady’s hand. “I’m glad that you’re here. You need to talk some sense into Uncle Adam. Can you believe he just randomly hired someone to treat Waylynn? Even the top ten miracle physicians are at a loss. How can an outsider possibly help?”

The elderly woman was Xena Brown, the lone female among the top ten renowned doctors of Loang.

Every month, the Wright family would invite Xena to administer a seven-day treatment for Waylynn. They hoped that it would provide the latter respite from the searing pain of her burns.

Romona’s confidence soared as she knew she had backing now. “Finnegan, I suggest you leave immediately. While you might have successfully fooled Uncle Adam and even Granddad, I doubt that Old Mdm. Brown, a respected medical expert, will be taken in by your deceit.”

“Finnegan? You’re Finnegan Larkin?”

Xena pushed Romona aside and rushed over to Finnegan.

Romona seemed utterly displeased as she watched Xena hold the man’s hand and study him from head to toe. “I didn’t know you were actually this young. Seems like the old men weren’t kidding!”

Adam was caught off guard. “Old Mdm. Brown, why are you here?”

Old Mdm. Brown should only arrive a week later.

Xena flashed a warm smile and replied, “Last night, Old Mr. Wright called me and mentioned there might be hope for treating Waylynn’s burns. So, I caught an early flight to ensure I don’t miss out on witnessing a potential miracle!”

Adam nodded. It did not occur to him that his father had tipped her off.

Finnegan, who had guessed Xena’s identity based on the ongoing conversations, introduced himself humbly, “Nice to meet you, Old Mdm. Brown. I am Finnegan Larkin.”

There’s no need to be so formal.” Xena waved her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Her late master had once received guidance from Sawyer and considered him as a mentor.

In terms of seniority, Xena had to respectfully address Finnegan as “Mr. Larkin.”

he couldn’t possibly put on airs in front of Xena, who was already in her seventies.

I’m much younger than you. You can just

had a traditional and stubborn mindset. She shook her head and said, “That won’t do. If my late master knew

snapped back

baffled, she asked, “Old Mdm. Brown, why are you being so polite to him?

Larkin is my senior. If you dare show disrespect again, I’ll give you a resounding slap. Even Old Mr. Quickwood and Old Mr. Wright won’t be able to

that Xena would be on her side, but to her surprise,

Wait a minute!

in realization. “Old Mdm. Brown, what did you

serious expression, “He is my master’s

hearing this, Romona stood frozen in place.

How could he have such a young

here, but Finnegan definitely isn’t a capable man. I hope

Finnegan interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also

“It’s your fault for questioning my character and acting so arrogantly back then. Besides, Old Mdm. Brown and the others have no idea how to treat Waylynn’s

defeat, Finnegan resolved to dampen her spirits. “You seem to hold a rather negative view of me. How about we make a bet? If I can heal Ms. Wright’s burns, you’ll

shifted slightly. “Mr. Larkin?”

advised, “Dr. Larkin, Romona has a bad temper. There’s no need to care about

ignored them. His gaze remained fixed on Romona as he asked, “Do you dare

Romona was a little

retorted, “Fine, I’ll take your bet! But I have an added condition: If you fail. I get to beat you up, and you can’t

Just be prepared to

yourself for a

and changing into sterile attire, they stepped into the sealed

bed, draped by a thin sheet. Only her face was exposed. Her features were distorted;

burns had stripped her skin away, leaving behind a desiccated, darkened flesh. The gory look was enough to send shivers down one’s

who was a stranger, she looked fearful, and a raspy

damaged her skin but also affected

Dr. Finnegan Larkin. We

her head, inadvertently causing her neck

was not keen on Finnegan tending to her wounds, nor did she wish an outsider to witness her altered appearance.

father, couldn’t suppress his sadness. “Waylynn, please