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.”

on airs in front of Xena, who was already in her seventies.

you. You can just call me Finnegan.”

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

finally snapped back to

are you being so polite to him? He’s just

Xena scolded with a stern face. “Mr. Larkin is my senior. If you dare show disrespect again, I’ll give you a resounding slap. Even

to her surprise, she

Wait a minute!

“Old Mdm. Brown, what did you

serious expression, “He is my

hearing this, Romona stood frozen

Brown’s master’s senior? Didn’t her master pass away over twenty years ago? How could he have such a young senior? However, Old Mdm. Brown doesn’t seem like she’s

I’m not sure what’s going on here, but Finnegan definitely isn’t a capable

it’s not good to bear grudges,” Finnegan interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also signaled

so arrogantly back then. Besides, Old Mdm. Brown and the others have no idea how to treat Waylynn’s burns. Even if you have some skills, there’s no way you

refusal to accept 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

shifted slightly.

also hurriedly advised, “Dr. Larkin, Romona has a bad temper. There’s no need

as he asked, “Do you dare accept

first, Romona was

provocation to her. She 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 ask anyone for

to be my

for a

sterilizing themselves and changing into sterile attire, they stepped into the sealed sterile

ninety percent of her skin, was lying on the sterile bed, draped by a thin sheet. Only her face was exposed. Her features were distorted; her upper lip and nose were dangerously close to merging.

had stripped her skin away, leaving behind a desiccated, darkened flesh. The gory look was enough to

them, including Finnegan who was a stranger, she looked fearful, and

only damaged her skin but also affected

“This is Dr. Finnegan Larkin. We have asked him to treat you. There’s

inadvertently

not keen on Finnegan tending to her wounds, nor did she wish an

sadness. “Waylynn, please trust me just this once. Let Dr. Larkin treat you.”