A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 97 Do You Dare

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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.”

this. However, he couldn’t possibly put on airs in front of

I’m much younger than you. You

do. If my late master knew about this, he’d say

finally snapped back

Mdm. Brown, why are you being so polite to him? He’s just a jerk

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

be on her side, but to her

Wait a minute!

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

said with a serious expression, “He

hearing this, Romona stood frozen in

years ago? How could he have such a young senior? However, Old Mdm.

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 won’t worsen!”

interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also signaled Adam to

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 burns. Even if you have some skills, there’s no way you are more talented than

we make a bet? If I can heal Ms. Wright’s burns, you’ll serve as my maid for a month. If I fail, I’ll apologize for what I said that day and crawl out of the Wright residence

expression shifted slightly.

also hurriedly advised, “Dr. Larkin, Romona has a bad temper.

as

was a little

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

to be my

a good

sterile attire, they stepped into

sterile bed, draped by a thin sheet.

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

was a stranger, she looked fearful, and a raspy sound escaped her

damaged her skin

rushed to Waylynn’s side and comforted her, “This is Dr. Finnegan Larkin. We have asked him to treat you. There’s no need to be

inadvertently causing

Finnegan tending to her wounds, nor did she

“Waylynn, please