A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 There Will Be A Chance

After checking Jeremy’s pulse. Finnegan immediately had a clear idea of the man’s situation.

“Old Mr. Samson is really up in years.”

“What do you mean by that, Dr. Larkin?” Reynard asked.

“Old Mr. Samson is over ninety years old, which puts him at the final stage of one’s natural life. On top of that, he sustained countless injuries when he was young, so it’s no surprise that his body is falling apart. Simply put, it’s time for Old Mr. Samson to rest his weary soul.”

Reynard’s expression instantly turned grim. “Does that mean we’re out of options. Dr. Larkin?”

“If one is already on their last legs, I’m afraid there’s no way to reverse that,” Humphrey replied solemnly. As it turned out, he had reached the same conclusion, but since the person in question was Jeremy, he didn’t dare to be as straightforward as Finnegan.

After pondering for a while, Finnegan uttered. “His condition is similar to Howard and Winston, whom I had managed to treat previously, but the difference is that Old Mr. Samson is a lot older than them. The methods I used on those two won’t be effective on him. Unless…

“Unless what?” Reynard piped up.

“Unless we treat his old injuries and combine the use of a Long Life Pill and Fateful Eighteen Needles on him. That might extend his life by five or six years.”

“You can do all of that, can’t you, Dr. Larkin? I recall you can concoct the Long Life Pill,” Reynard blurted out.

Upon hearing that, Humphrey widened his eyes. “Are you saying Dr. Larkin has the complete. formula for the Long Life Pill?”

Reynard froze as a blush of shame crept up his face. “Dr. Larkin, I…..”

To his relief, Finnegan shrugged it off with a wave of the hand. “It’s okay. We can trust Old Mr. Suisse. He won’t leak a word even if he knows I have the complete formula for the Long Life Pill. However, given Old Mr. Samson’s current condition. I’m afraid I can only prolong his life by a year… That’s because it’s necessary to combine a complete Fateful Eighteen. Needles with a Long Life Pill to achieve the goal of life extension!”

Unfortunately, Finnegan had only mastered fifty-four of the eighty-one variations of Fateful Eighteen Needles.

Reynard chuckled bitterly. “Ah, I see… Well, I guess one year is better than nothing!”

“Don’t worry,” Finnegan said smilingly as he patted Reynard’s shoulder. “I’ll administer acupuncture on Old Mr. Samson first. Subsequently, I’ll prescribe a Long Life Pill to stabilize his condition and medication to heal his old injuries. If you track down my mentor within. the year and have him impart the remaining twenty-seven variations to me, there will be a chance for Old Mr. Samson!”

By then, Reynard’s face was etched with pain. “Dr. Aiello’s whereabouts are wildly unpredictable, though. He appeared once in Durbaine three years ago, but from then on, we’ve had no news of him. How on earth do we track him down?”

“Alas, that’s your problem to solve. I can’t find that old fogey either,” Finnegan replied with at shrug.

Not wanting to waste more time, he unbuttoned Jeremy’s shirt and began administering acupuncture.

As the treatment progressed, Jeremy’s complexion significantly improved. Even though he was still in a coma, his vital signs on the monitor began to climb gradually.

Needless to say, Humphrey was utterly amazed. However, worried that he might disturb Finnegan, he kept his excitement to himself and watched on in silence.

In addition, he was so fearful of missing out on Finnegan’s acupuncture process that he hardly blinked..

After all, he could tell that Finnegan was administering Fateful Eighteen Needles, and the variations were ever-changing.

More importantly, the opportunity to watch such a powerful technique up close didn’t come

around too often.

An hour later, Finnegan finally heaved a sigh of relief and fell into his chair, drenched in sweat. “Ah… I should’ve waited till tomorrow to treat Old Mr. Samson.”

I already used up plenty of my spiritual energy when I treated Soren earlier in the day. Now that I’ve administered fifty-four variations of the Fateful Eighteen Needles on Jeremy, my spiritual energy is almost depleted. Gosh. I’m exhausted…

“Dr. Larkin, how is Old Mr. Samson now?” Reynard asked.

After catching his breath, Finnegan replied, “His vitality is stabilized for now. I’ll write you a prescription for healing his old injuries so you can get someone to brew the medicines for him. As for the Long Life Pill, I’ll send it over tomorrow.”

I do believe the leftover ingredients from concocting Bruce’s Long Life Pill are just enough for another pill

“Thank you so much. Dr. Larkin,” Reynard exclaimed gratefully. “I’ll have someone send your back.”

After writing and handing the prescription to Reynard, Finnegan prepared to leave.

*Dr. Larkin! Dr. Larkin!” Humphrey shouted as he chased after the man.

Upon noticing the hint of embarrassment on Humphrey’s face, Finnegan smiled to himself.

“Hello, Old Mr. Suisse. You’re interested in mastering Thirteen Revival Needles, aren’t you?”

Humphrey curled his lips into a sheepish smile. “If you don’t mind, I’m willing to pay a hundred million to learn the last two needles of Thirteen Revival Needles!”

“Since it’s just two, I can do it for free. Besides, Thirteen Revival Needles can only help extend one’s life during critical moments. Other than that, it isn’t very effective.”

Taken aback by Finnegan’s generosity, Humphrey gave a deep bow of gratitude. “Thank you, Dr. Larkin. I’ll be happy to learn from you from now on.”

“You’re too kind, Old Mr. Suisse,” Finnegan answered. With that, he stayed behind to explain the last two techniques of Thirteen Revival Needles to Humphrey. Not only was his explanation exceedingly thorough, but he also pointed out the precise location, depth, and force needed for each needle administration.

As one of Loang’s top ten miracle doctors, Humphrey was undeniably talented. Therefore, Finnegan only had to repeat his explanations three times before the former more or less grasped the idea of the techniques.

“Thank you for your guidance, Master,” Humphrey said sincerely with another bow. “I’ll practice hard and strive to gain mastery of Thirteen Revival Needles as soon as possible.”

“I shall make a move first, then. I’ll leave Old Mr. Samson in your hands.”

When Finnegan finally returned to Dragon Bay, it was after midnight, and Desmond and Quiana were already asleep.

Not wanting to disturb his parents, Finnegan crept silently to his room and gathered the ingredients needed for concocting the Long Life Pill. Even though he was tired, he wanted to get the pill settled before going to bed.

Alas, he had just retrieved the ingredients when he heard Rhiannon’s voice outside. “Finn? Is that you?”

“Yes. I just got home. Come inside if you want to talk. I don’t want to disturb Dad and Mom.”

The next second. Rhiannon entered the room, and it was clear from her reddened eyes that

she had been crying.

“What happened?” Finnegan asked anxiously. “Has someone bullied you?”

Rhiannon sniffed a few times before muttering, “No one’s bullied me. Ms. Haimowitz takes good care of me at work.”

Upon hearing that, Finnegan relaxed a little. Thank goodness… I was worried she might have met people like Dexter and his sister. “In that case, why are you crying?”

“It’s because Dad and Mom quarreled.”

“They quarreled?”

Rhiannon nodded. “The Haimowitz family broke off the engagement with Uncle Raymond’s family. Uncle Raymond had wanted to buy a house before the Haimowitzes asked for their betrothal gifts back, but he failed to do so after bumping into us the other day. Sure enough, the Haimowitz family took back their betrothal gifts, and Uncle Raymond’s family is now blaming us for everything. They want us to fork out a million to buy Xavier a house and treat it as a loan.”

Here, Rhiannon couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly. “Well, you know what Dad’s temper is like. He wanted to discuss it with you, but Mom said if he dares lend them the money, it’d only be fair that you treated Max’s condition, too. After all that back and forth, they got into such at heated argument that I couldn’t even get a word in. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they scolded

me…”

Feeling a headache coming on, Finnegan rubbed his temples. “It’s all because of Uncle Raymond and Uncle Adrian that our life is so miserable!”

“What should we do, Finn?” Rhiannon asked. “Dad and Mom both dote on their siblings, and here you are, caught between a rock and a hard place.”

“I feel nothing for Uncle Raymond, Uncle Adrian, and their families. Let’s take it one step at a time!”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.