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.”

understood this. However, he couldn’t possibly put on airs in front of Xena, who was already in

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

traditional and stubborn mindset. She shook her head and said, “That won’t do. If my

finally snapped back to

why are you being so polite to him?

disrespect again, I’ll give you

be on her side, but to her surprise, she defended Finnegan even more adamantly than

Wait a minute!

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

“He is my master’s senior, Mr.

hearing this, Romona stood frozen

ago? How could he have such a

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

Finnegan interrupted before Xena could reprimand her. He also signaled

Mdm. Brown and the others have no idea how to treat Waylynn’s burns. Even if you have some skills,

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.

“Dr. Larkin, Romona has a bad temper. There’s

them. His gaze remained fixed on Romona as he asked, “Do you dare accept the

Romona was

But I have an added condition: If you fail. I get to beat you up, and you can’t ask anyone for help.”

to be my humble

prepare yourself for a

into sterile attire, they stepped

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

flesh. The gory look was enough to send shivers down

Finnegan who was a stranger, she looked fearful, and a raspy sound escaped her throat.

had not only damaged her skin but also affected her

Larkin. We have asked him to treat you. There’s no

her head, inadvertently causing her neck to

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

his sadness. “Waylynn, please trust me just