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.”

However, he couldn’t possibly put on airs in

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

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

finally snapped back to

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

face. “Mr. 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

but to her surprise, she defended Finnegan

Wait a minute!

eyes in realization. “Old Mdm.

said with a serious expression, “He is my master’s senior,

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

“Old Mdm. Brown, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but Finnegan definitely isn’t a capable man. I hope you can persuade Uncle Adam to change his mind so that Waylynn’s injuries

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

have no idea how to treat Waylynn’s burns. Even if you have some skills, there’s no way you are more talented

her pettiness and 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 Ms. Wright’s

slightly. “Mr.

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

remained fixed on Romona as he asked, “Do you dare accept

first, Romona was a little

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,

Just be prepared to be my

a good

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

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.

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

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

had not only damaged her skin but also affected her

quickly rushed to Waylynn’s side and comforted her, “This is Dr. Finnegan Larkin. We have

shook her head, inadvertently causing

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

as a father, couldn’t suppress his sadness. “Waylynn, please trust me just this once. Let Dr. Larkin treat