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

middle-aged woman suddenly burst into tears, kneeling

his hand, pleading desperately, “Dr.

a deity. I would save him if I could, but your

in this world can truly bring back the dead

present heaved a

a four-year-old child ended before it

at the middle-aged woman. “What kind of mother are you? You didn’t even notice when your child was in trouble.”

hadn’t been delayed, the child might not have met

the middle-aged woman burst into

noticed Finnegan standing nearby, flipping

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

said, “He is also a doctor from our clinic. Please don’t misunderstand.”

the emotions of middle-aged women.

not displeased at all. “It’s okay. Let’s save this child

be saved?”

man, what did you

gaze toward

they all quietly

“Young man, I understand that you’re compassionate and can’t bear to see such a young child pass away, but it’s best not to speak of such things.

hope but can’t deliver, it will be disappointing

what she will do?

not likely to blame themselves when they are wrong, but instead, they tend to shift

responsibility onto

said, “I can really cure him. Just

a

spoken than Millicent, accompanied by the Zimmerman

Bernice last night behind Bruce’s back but

thought about it, the angrier she got, so she went behind Bruce’s back and came to

she would start with

Upon hearing what

Finnegan was

help but scoff.

them arrive, but he didn’t

there will be no

believe Finnegan just ignored

elders?

shouted, “Finnegan, can’t you see I’m here for you? Don’t you know how to respect your And if the boy is already dead, how can

Finnegan was so deep-rooted that

icy cold. “Say one more

“You…”

treated in such a way, was