A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 218 Lack Of Courtesy

The next day, because he had agreed to help Jerome, Finnegan arrived at Jerome Medical Clinic early.

Not long after, five or six patients arrived.

Although Finnegan also held consultations, all the patients went to Jerome instead due to their perception of him being too young.

Finnegan felt somewhat helpless but didn’t dwell on it.

Doctors don’t recommend themselves!

If the patient doesn’t trust you, why insist?

Jerome felt even more helpless because all the patients he sent to Finnegan were rejected.

In the end, he had no choice but to continue seeing patients himself.

Approaching noon, Jerome had already seen three to four dozen patients, while Finnegan hadn’t seen a single one.

During lunch, Jerome gave a bitter smile and said, “Master, how about I take a break this afternoon and you take over seeing the patients?”

Otherwise, everyone who comes will be looking for me. Once the clinic reopens, I will still be the one who ends up exhausted.

Finnegan chuckled. “Mr. Magnussen, this just shows that the patient trusts you. It’s a good thing. As for me, it depends on who is destined to cross paths with me; otherwise-”

“Doctor!”

As they were speaking, a middle-aged woman rushed in, holding a little boy of about four or five years old. Her face was filled with anxiety.

Yuliana went up and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I have no idea! I had just finished cooking and went to call my son for dinner, only to find him lying on the ground, completely unresponsive no matter how much I called him. Doctor, please save my son. If anything goes wrong, my husband will divorce me!”

A few patients, as well as passersby from outside the clinic, gathered around out of curiosity.

Jerome stood up. “Put the child down first.”

The middle-aged woman quickly put her child down. “Dr. Magnussen, you are one of the top ten miracle doctors. You must save my son!”

“Let me take a look first, then we’ll talk.”

Jerome started examining the child.

But after a moment, his expression turned gloomy.

“He must have been suddenly stressed out, He’s out of breath now.”

way. My son is

woman suddenly burst into tears, kneeling

to his hand, pleading desperately, “Dr. Magnussen, he can’t die.

a deity. I would save him if I could,

can truly bring back the

present heaved a sigh.

a four-year-old child ended before it even began.

kind of mother are you? You didn’t even notice when your child was in trouble.”

child might not have met such a tragic

around her, the middle-aged woman burst

then, she noticed Finnegan standing nearby, flipping the

son, or perhaps she was deeply saddened. She slapped away Finnegan’s hand. “What are you doing? My son is already dead. Are you still going

a doctor from our clinic. Please don’t

emotions of middle-aged

not displeased at all. “It’s

be saved?”

man, what did you say? Can my child still be saved?”

their gaze toward

they

can’t bear to see such a young child pass away, but it’s best not to speak of such things. Let her

hope but can’t deliver,

she will do?

this day and age, most people are not likely to blame themselves when they are wrong,

onto

can really cure him. Just give

what a big talker!”

the words been spoken than Millicent, accompanied by the Zimmerman siblings, walked

last night behind Bruce’s

she got, so she went

refused to obey, she would start

Upon hearing what

Finnegan was

help but

surprised to see them arrive, but he didn’t pay it much mind. “Maam, you

aside. Otherwise, there will be no hope

Finnegan just ignored

elders?

you? Don’t you know how to respect your And if the boy is already dead, how can you save him? You’ve merely scratched the surface of medical knowledge under Dr. Magnussen,

deep-rooted that

his head around, his gaze icy cold. “Say one more word and I’ll

“You…”

had never been treated in such a way, was