A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel

Chapter 66



Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Asking Too Little

was a crowd outside the doors of the ICU,

The Alexander and Finnegan arrived, the crowd greeted Alexander respectfully, “Dr.

Finnegan looked around casually and noticed that the room was filled with importarit figures from

Jadeborough, as well as experts and professors from other fields. Judging by their age, about half of

them were Soren’s students.

Soren indeed had many students over his lifetime as a professor.

After responding politely to the crowd, Alexander turned to a man in his forties, who looked like a

scholar, and said, “Caulder, this is Finnegan Larkin. He’s the one who recently helped Mr. Miles and

even treated Dr. Magnussen’s granddaughter. I’ve invited him over.”

Everyone turned to look at Finnegan with a frown.

William even had a skeptical look in his

eyes.

If it weren’t for Jerome and Alexander’s recommendation, he might have thought that it was just a joke.

How could someone so young be skilled in medicine?

William’s politeness masked his doubt. “Mr. Larkin, did you really treat both Mr. Miles and Yuliana?”

Finnegan replied calmly, “Indeed.”

Setting aside his skepticism, William continued, “My father is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. Darius

Hicks diagnosed him in Durbaine and said he only had a couple of weeks more to live. Now it’s down to

four or five days. Can you help extend that by another two weeks?”

He was well aware of his father’s condition. He wasn’t expecting a miraculous recovery and was just

hoping for a bit more time to get the old man past eighty years old.

Finnegan walked up to the gla*s wall of the ICU ward where Jerome, in a sterile outfit, was giving

acupuncture to a frail old man.

Finnegan raised his hand and knocked on the gla*s before William could stop him.

Hearing the sound, Jerome looked up and beamed as he rushed to the gla*s and spoke into the

intercom. “Master, you’re finally here!”

What are you waiting for? Let my muster in to check on Old Mrs Caulder

raised hand that was about to stop Finnegan froze in mid-air. He looked

hers were surprised as well.

After all, Jerome Magnussen was one of Loang’s top ten miracle doctors.

Yet he had actually addressed Finnegan as his master.

Could this be real?

Upon regaining his senses, William asked, “Mr. Magnussen, what did you just call Mr. Larkin?”

Jerome replied, “His medical skills are better than mine, but he won’t take me as his disciple. So, I treat

him with respect like a teacher of mine.”

Everyone heard his words clearly. They all turned their intrigued gazes to Finnegan.

Finnegan, as composed as ever, said, “Mr. Magnussen, tell me about Old Mr. Caulder’s

condition.”

Jerome quickly summarized, “Old Mr. Caulder is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. It has spread to his

armpits, back, and organs. His neck area is most critically affected, and it’s affecting his breathing. He’s

relying on a tracheostomy tube to breathe at the moment. Once we remove the tube, Old Mr. Caulder

will pa*s away almost immediately. While surgery could potentially extend his life, he’s immune to

anesthesia. It’s impossible to sedate him.”

Just a while ago, Finnegan had been curious as to how someone like Soren, who underwent medical

check-ups twice a year, could end up in such a critical state.

However, he now understood. Soren possessed a rare neuro-immune constitution, which meant that

anesthesia was ineffective on him. With this condition, he couldn’t undergo any surgery, as the pain

would be excruciating.

At this point, any doubt William had about Finnegan had evaporated. His words were now laced with

respect. “Mr. Larkin, in this situation, could you help my father survive for a bit longer?”

“Mr. Caulder, you’re asking too little,” Finnegan responded, having made up his mind. “Make the

arrangements for me. I’ll operate on Old Mr. Caulder myself. Barring unforeseen complications,

keeping Old Mr. Caulder alive for another decade won’t be difficult.”

Everyone fell silent.

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lian had thought, his father could only last a couple of weeks at most. He struggled to tain his

excitement, and in disbelief, he asked, “Mr. Larkin, can my father truly be saved?

Finnegan threw the question back at him. “Don’t you want your father to recover? Or do you nor trust

ine!

No, no, no. I’ll get everything arranged for you.” Snapping back to reality, William quashed his doubts © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

and turned to Alexander. “Dr. Cooper, could you please make the arrangements

father?” för Mr. Larkin to treat

my

After all, without Finnegan’s intervention, his father would only live for a few more days at most. He

thought they might as well try a last-ditch effort.

Alexander promptly made the arrangements. Then, he asked Maurice to lead Finnegan to change into

sterile clothing before entering the ICU ward.

Alexander also called his a*sistant over and instructed, “Get everyone who’s a deputy chief or higher in

their departments here if they’re not swamped. Also, give a heads-up to those on break. If they could

make it, that would be perfect. We’ve got a great chance to boost the entire hospital’s standard right

now!”

Following Alexander’s orders, all the qualified doctors began to come over. Those without critically ill

patients left instructions for others and rushed to Soren’s ICU ward.

“What’s going on? Why are the chief doctors being replaced by regular doctors? What are they

doing?”

“I heard a miracle doctor is here for a late-stage lymphoma patient. Everyone’s going to observe and

learn from him.”

“How’s that even possible? Cancer is tough to treat even in its early stages, let alone late- stage.”

In the midst of the crowd’s discussion, Melinda, who had been coming to the hospital every day,

nudged Adrian. “Did you hear that? The hospital’s got a miracle doctor. Maybe he can cure Max’s

leukemia.”

Adrian’s excitement was palpable on his face. “Yeah! After this, I’ll talk to a doctor and see if we can get

the miracle doctor to treat Max.”

At the same time, Tristan, who had come to the hospital to see Killian, caught wind of the news as

well.

He stopped a chief doctor whom he was familiar with and asked, “Dr. Walsh, is the rumor going around

the hospital true?”

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The doctor in his fifties nodded, “It’s true. Dr. Cooper sent a notice to all deputy chief doctors and above

to go and observe. Word is, this miracle doctor is even better than Dr. Magnussen I’m going over there

now.”

Tristan’s eyes gleamed with hope. “There’s finally hope for Killi.” Suddenly, he thought of Finnegan and

clenched his fists. “Tomorrow is the day you’ll die, brat. I’m feeling extra happy today!

At that moment, Finnegan had no idea of the attention Alexander’s arrangements had brought his way.

Once he was dressed in sterile clothing, he entered the ICU ward and approached the bed. Jerome

asked, “Master, even if surgery were possible, it would only prolong Old Mr. Caulder’s life by a few

months. How do you intend to completely cure him?”

Finnegan focused his spiritual energy into his eyes and gazed at Soren’s b*dy. He could see a network

of lymph nodes just beneath the skin. The spread of infection in the organs was also

visible.

Taking a deep breath, Finnegan withdrew his gaze. “Disinfect his upper b*dy, then ma*sage with

medical alcohol. Inducing a fever should suffice.”

Jerome didn’t question him and immediately ordered Maurice, “Follow Master’s instructions! Hurry up!”

As a medical intern, it didn’t sit well with Maurice to be ordered around like a nurse. However, he had

no choice. “Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Maurice completed what he was told to do.

Finnegan stepped forward, producing more than a dozen thin golden needles that he administered with

a precise flick of his fingers.

Both Jerome and Alexander, who were observing from outside, exclaimed almost simultaneously, “Soul

Revival Needles!”


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