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Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Chapter 19 Another Reason
“Should we ask her to stand up? She has already been punished for her deeds.”
As evening drew closer, Alisha brought Finnegan to Xendale. Sasha remained in the same kneeling Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
position as people around her gossiped and pointed fingers in her direction.
Finnegan glanced at the sky. “Is it evening already?”
Knowing what he meant, Alisha let out a sigh. “Sometimes, you’re too harsh. You won’t even show a
woman mercy.”
Sasha was part of the Miles family and also one of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough, but Finnegan
was cruel enough to make her kneel till sunset.
Finnegan asked, “Why would I show mercy to a woman who looks down on me and has attempted to
harm me?”
He’s clueless, huh? Alisha said nothing else and drove past Sasha, arriving at the Miles residence.
“Alisha, Mr. Larkin.”
Alisha had informed the Miles family of their arrival, so Kathleen and Trey were already waiting at the
door to welcome them, showing their utmost respect.
“Bring me to Mr. Miles.” Finnegan didn’t bother being polite with them. After all, that wasn’t the
purpose of his visit.
Kathleen showed no signs of being upset. With a graceful stride, she welcomed them into the mansion
and guided them to the room belonging to Gilbert.
Gilbert was lying weakly in bed. A team of specialists from the hospital, including Alexander, had
gathered around him, performing their daily routine of check-ups in an effort to stabilize his condition.
Seeing Finnegan, Alexander grew excited and greeted politely, “Mr. Larkin, we meet again.”
The specialists were surprised to see his reaction.
After all, they had never seen Alexander treating anyone politely, let alone a young man in his twenties.
Confusion and disdain flashed across the specialists’ gazes when they recalled. the Miles family had
hired Finnegan to treat Gilbert.
As Alexander and the Miles family were around they didn’t show their emotions on their faces.
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Finnegan grunted in acknowledgment and went to Gilbert’s bed.
A pale Gilbert forced himself to say, “I am sincerely sorry for my daughter’s actions. yesterday. Please
accept my apology on her behalf.”
“She has been punished for her deeds, so there is no need to apologize,” Finnegan replied calmly.
Alexander handed a file to Finnegan and explained, “When he was younger, Mr. Miles used to be a
soldier in a demining unit. During one of his missions, he incurred an injury to his chest which was
sutured too tightly due to the lack of advanced medical tools and treatments available at the time.
Although Mr. Miles felt no pain then, the wound has now widened to three centimeters as he has gotten
older and gained weight. It is too severe to be restitched. There is a risk of the wound becoming
infected and spreading to other organs. Of course, if Mr. Miles could lose twenty kilograms in seven
days, he’ll have a chance of surviving. However, it is impossible for him to achieve that!”
Gilbert consoled him, “It’s fine. Dr. Cooper. I understand that I might not recover.”
Finnegan skimmed through the file and removed the sterile cloth covering his b*dy. A wound six
centimeters long and three centimeters wide was revealed. The cut was so deep that it exposed four
centimeters of flesh beneath the skin.
Dealing with an old wound was relatively simple, but Gilbert was overweight, thus complicating his
condition.
It was like squeezing into an outfit that was too small, causing the seams to rip and tear. Even if the
seams were mended, it would only be a temporary solution as the clothing would likely rip again unless
the person wearing it lose some weight.
Alas, Gilbert didn’t have time to lose weight.
Kathleen’s eyes turned red as she explained, “Last week, the wound on his chest tore without warning,
and he became paralyzed. Mr. Larkin, can you treat him?”
“Paralyzed?” Finnegan asked.
Kathleen nodded. “After the wound was torn, he was unable to move. Professor Fairlake explained that
the tear in his wound had affected his nerves.”
Finnegan observed Gilbert carefully before consulting the file. “The tear in his skin caused an infection
and a decrease in blood supply. This, however, was not the cause of his paralysis.”
Oliver Fairlake was the one who came up with that conclusion. Hearing that, he grew displeased.
“Young man, if that is not the reason den what could it be?”
Finnegan wasn’t bothered about Oliver who was obviously upset at getting questioned.
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He inquired, “Mr. Miles, besides the wound caused by the explosion, are there any shrapnel picces left
in your b*dy?”
Gilbert replied weakly, “There are thirteen pieces of shrapnel, but they were all removed. Is there a
problem?”
“I believe there were more than thirteen shrapnel pieces.” Finnegan retrieved a CT scan report and
explained. “There is still a tiny one left in your brain. It is no wider than a fingernail, covered by blood
vessels, and thus not noticeable. Usually, it won’t affect your life, but when the wound was torn, your
entire b*dy tensed up, increasing the blood flow, Thus, the shrapnel was shifted and placed on a nerve,
resulting in the brain losing control of the b*dy. This was the reason why you became paralyzed.”
Oliver got the CT scan report from him and retorted, “Nonsense! This is just a normal. shadow, not
shrapnel. I can’t be wrong, can I? If it’s indeed shrapnel, something would’ve happened to him during
the CT scan.”
Alexander and the other specialists nodded in agreement.
After all, undergoing a CT scan with metal in one’s b*dy could potentially be disastrous.
Oliver continued, “Besides, we’re focusing on dealing with Mr. Miles’ wound now. Why did you change
the topic? If you can’t do anything about it, then it would be best for you to leave rather than take up our
valuable time. Please do not delay Mr. Miles’ treatment any longer.”
He was obviously targeting Finnegan for questioning the accuracy of his diagnosis.
Finnegan was filled with revulsion to see a specialist who couldn’t accept differing opinions. “Yes, an
individual isn’t supposed to receive a CT scan if they have metal objects in their b*dy. However, if the
piece is small and has been in the b*dy for longer than ten years, the metal may lose its properties and
become a harmless lump. Have you not been taught this before?”
Oliver’s expression changed, for he had learned about this previously.
However, he was confident with his judgment and insisted, “That means it isn’t shrapnel. it’s just an
ordinary shadow.”
“What if I take out the object and it ended up being a piece of shrapnel?”
Oliver snorted icily. “If it is indeed a piece of shrapnel, I’ll resign and stop being a doctor. If it isn’t
shrapnel, you’ll also do the same!”
“Fine!” Finnegan agreed and turned to Kathleen. “Mrs. Miles, I can treat Mr. Miles, but before I can
begin to treat the laceration, it is necessary to remove the object in his head so that he can regain his
senses. Are you comfortable with that course of action?”
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Kathleen furrowed her brows as she glanced at both Finnegan and Oliver. It was clear that she was
hesitating.
She didn’t know if she should trust Oliver or Finnegan.
Gilbert coughed lightly and broke the silence. “Mr. Larkin, there is nothing to lose. You can
start now.”
Kathleen’s heart leaped to the throat. “Gilbert?”
Gilbert forced a weak smile and tried to comfort her, “If I don’t get treated, I’ll die after a month.
Therefore, I think we should give Mr. Larkin a chance. I believe he can do it.”
Finnegan’s presence exuded a sense of confidence and calmness that seemed far beyond his years.
This made Gilbert feel emboldened, and he decided to take a chance and see what might come of it.
Even if he made a wrong choice, it didn’t matter as his life was merely going to end a month sooner
than predicted.
Hearing that, Kathleen stopped hesitating. “Please start your treatment, Mr. Larkin.”
Oliver spoke up. “Mr. and Mrs. Miles, I think you should reconsider your decision. Brain surgery isn’t a
small matter.”
“Who said I’m going to conduct a brain surgery?
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