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

sleek black car pulled up,

a black V-neck bodycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the

a car where a person could lie flat, but he hadn’t explained the

car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and

wanting to pry further, Alisha assured, “Don’t worry, I threw them off the trail

Finnegan carried the young man in and had Alisha arrange for him to be cleaned

is quite

crisscrossing the young man’s body, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How

that an ordinary person would have died countless times

wound medicine to the injuries while explaining, “The injuries look horrifying, but they haven’t actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to avoid

partial. She refrained

treatment.

medicine to all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles

ensured better absorption of the wound

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prescription for you. Have

“Why was he still gripping the knife when

Finnegan brought him back, the unconscious young man had

taking the knife

wiped his hands and gestured for

user. That broken knife is equivalent

while unconscious, the young man’s

broken knife as his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would you randomly save this

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“Take a guess!”

in exasperation, “If I could guess,

sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass

and handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt

connection? A familiar aura? Have you

“No.”

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

had never encountered this cold young man

observing that the young man’s cultivation style seemed somewhat similar to his own.

in five years that Finnegan had come across such a

was

put on a mysterious act.”