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.”

couldn’t possibly put on airs in front of Xena,

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

shook her head and said, “That won’t do. If my late master knew about this, he’d say I

back to

so polite to him? He’s just a jerk who likes to speak

Larkin is my senior. If you dare show disrespect again, I’ll give you a resounding slap. Even Old Mr. Quickwood and

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

Wait a minute!

widened her eyes in realization. “Old Mdm.

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

Romona stood frozen in place.

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

a capable man. I hope you

grudges,” Finnegan interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also

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 them, right?”

to hold a rather negative view of me. How about 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 on my

shifted slightly. “Mr.

has a bad temper. There’s no need

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

Romona was

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 help.”

Just be prepared to

for a good thrashing from me!”

sterilizing themselves and changing into sterile attire, they

nearly ninety percent of her skin, was lying on the sterile bed, draped by a thin

a desiccated, darkened flesh. The gory look

who was a stranger, she looked

had not only damaged her skin but

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

head, inadvertently causing her

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

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