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.”

understood this. However, he couldn’t possibly put on airs in front of Xena, who was already in

Mdm. Brown, I’m much younger than you. You can just call me

however, had a traditional and stubborn mindset. She shook her head and said, “That won’t do. If my late master knew about this, he’d say I lacked respect for my seniors.”

finally snapped back to

she asked, “Old Mdm. Brown, why are you being so polite to him? He’s just a

disrespect again, I’ll give you a resounding slap. Even Old Mr. Quickwood

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

Wait a minute!

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

expression, “He is my master’s senior, Mr. Larkin.”

Romona stood frozen

away over twenty years ago? How could he have such a young senior?

and said, “Old Mdm. Brown, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but Finnegan definitely isn’t a capable man. I

grudges,” Finnegan interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also signaled Adam to remain quiet.

others have no idea how to treat Waylynn’s burns. Even if you have some skills,

How about we make a bet? If I can heal Ms. Wright’s burns, you’ll serve as my

shifted slightly.

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

gaze remained fixed on Romona as

was a little hesitant.

provocation to her. She retorted, “Fine, I’ll take your bet! But I have an added condition: If you fail.

prepared to be my humble

for a good thrashing from me!”

sterile attire,

a thin sheet. Only her face was exposed. Her features were distorted; her upper lip and nose were dangerously close

leaving behind a desiccated, darkened flesh.

including Finnegan who was a stranger, she

had not only damaged her skin but also affected her ability to

Finnegan Larkin. We have asked him to treat you. There’s no need to be

shook her head, inadvertently

on Finnegan tending to her wounds, nor did she wish an outsider to

suppress his sadness. “Waylynn, please trust me just this once. Let