A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 135 A Connection With Him

Down a dimly lit alleyway, an icy-looking young man who had accidentally stumbled upon Romona’s residence was clutching a broken black blade. He leaned against the wall with blood dripping from the blade, his breathing faint as he moved forward with difficulty.

“You need treatment now. Otherwise, even if you survive, your martial foundation will be compromised.”

Suddenly, Finnegan, who had been discreetly tailing him, materialized before him like a specter, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The young man’s pupils contracted as a glint of light flickered in his eyes.

In an instant, a swift and savage strike was delivered as the knife arced through the air. Although he was weak, his strike was still vicious and powerful.

Finnegan furrowed his brows as he dodged, not daring to confront the full brunt of the attack head-on.

The young man was tenacious and relentless as he continued to strike with the blade.

Due to his injuries, the young man’s speed and strength were somewhat hampered. It was evident from his inability to graze even the hem of Finnegan’s clothes.

Sensing a brief lag from the young man, Finnegan extended his right hand and pressed his palm against him.

A muffled thud resonated as the young man was pushed backward and crashed onto the ground.

Finnegan had held back, ensuring that the young man’s injuries weren’t exacerbated. Swiftly, the young man managed to regain his footing.

His

gaze was less hostile, as he sensed no malevolence emanating from Finnegan.

Finnegan took out a pill and tossed it over. “You should start with stopping the bleeding.”

The young man caught the pill and cast another glance at Finnegan.

Then, he popped the pill into his mouth and gulped it down.

He knew that if Finnegan truly wanted to kill him, it would be easy. There was no need for theatrics.

The bleeding from the wound soon stopped.

The young man’s expression softened, and his gaze toward Finnegan lost its wariness and resistance.

However, as his heightened vigilance dissipated, he couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought on by his injuries any longer.

His eves rolled heat

pulled up, and its

in a black V-neck bodycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the young man. “Who is

had only requested a car where a person could lie

placed the young man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and watch out for anyone tailing us.”

to pry further, Alisha assured, “Don’t worry, I

later, in a small residence under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man in

quite serious!”

over a dozen lacerations crisscrossing the young man’s body, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her

an ordinary person would have died countless times

foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit in the critical spots. His appearance of extreme weakness

seemed partial. She

treatment.

all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into the young man.

absorption of the wound

a

healing pill for the young man to ingest, concluding the treatment. “I’ll write prescription for you. Have someone prepare the medicine according

still gripping the knife when he fainted?”

brought him back, the unconscious young man had been

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife

his hands and gestured for

knife user. That broken knife is equivalent to his life.”

why even while unconscious, the young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto the knife tightly.

life. However, you’re no saint

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“Take a guess!”

“If I could guess, why would

Finnegan sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her

poured the water and handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt

“A connection? A familiar

“No.”

the past five years, Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he had met

encountered this cold

young

first time in five years that Finnegan had come across such a person.

was curious.

you’d put on