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 front of Xena, who was

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

won’t do. If my late master knew about this, he’d say I lacked respect for my

snapped back to reality.

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

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!

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

expression, “He is my master’s senior,

Romona stood frozen

years ago? How could he have

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

good to bear grudges,” Finnegan interrupted before Xena could

and the others have no idea how 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

expression shifted slightly.

Romona has a bad temper. There’s no need to care

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

Romona was a

bet! But I have an added condition: If you fail. I get to beat

be prepared to be my humble maid.”

prepare yourself for a good thrashing from

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

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

her skin away, leaving behind a desiccated, darkened flesh.

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

her skin but also

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

inadvertently causing her

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

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