A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 135

Chapter 135 A Connection With Him

Down a dimly lit alleyway, an icy-looking young man who had accidentally stumbled upon Romona's residence was clutching a broken black blade. He leaned against the wall with blood dripping from the blade, his breathing faint as he moved forward with difficulty.

"You need treatment now. Otherwise, even if you survive, your martial foundation will be compromised."

Suddenly, Finnegan, who had been discreetly tailing him, materialized before him like a specter, a faint smile tugging at his I*ps.

The young man's pupils contracted as a glint of light flickered in his eyes.

In an instant, a swift and savage strike was delivered as the knife arced through the air. Although he was weak, his strike was still vicious and powerful.

Finnegan furrowed his brows as he dodged, not daring to confront the full brunt of the attack head-on.

The young man was tenacious and relentless as he continued to strike with the blade.

Due to his injuries, the young man's speed and strength were somewhat hampered. It was evident from his inability to graze even the hem of Finnegan's clothes. Sensing a brief lag from the young man, Finnegan extended his right hand and pressed his palm against him.

A muffled thud resonated as the young man was pushed backward and crashed onto the ground.

Finnegan had held back, ensuring that the young man's injuries weren't exacerbated. Swiftly, the young man managed to regain his footing.

His

gaze was less hostile, as he sensed no malevolence emanating from Finnegan.

Finnegan took out a pill and tossed it over. "You should start with stopping the bleeding."

The young man caught the pill and cast another glance at Finnegan.

Then, he popped the pill into his mouth and gulped it down.

He knew that if Finnegan truly wanted to kill him, it would be easy. There was no need for theatrics.

The bleeding from the wound soon stopped.

The young man's expression softened, and his gaze toward Finnegan lost its wariness and resistance.

However, as his heightened vigilance dissipated, he couldn't withstand the exhaustion brought on by his injuries any longer. His eves rolled heat

A sleek black car pulled up, and its doors opened automatically.

Alisha was dressed in a black V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the young man. "Who is this?"

Finnegan had only requested a car where a person could lie flat, but he hadn't explained the situation.

"I don't know either." He placed the young man in the car and gently set him down. "Find a place for me to treat him, and watch out for anyone tailing us."

Not wanting to pry further, Alisha assured, "Don't worry, I threw them off the trail before coming here."

Twenty minutes later, in a small residence under the Wahlstrom family's name, Finnegan carried the young man in and had Alisha arrange for him to be cleaned up before he started his treatment. "This is quite serious!"

Seeing over a dozen lacerations crisscrossing the young man's b*dy, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn't help but express her astonishment. "How could he survive until now with these injuries?" With those wounds, she felt that an ordinary person would have died countless times already.

Finnegan applied the wound medicine to the injuries while explaining, "The injuries look horrifying, but they haven't actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit in the critical spots. His appearance of extreme weakness is only due to excessive bleeding and exhaustion."

Alisha nodded, though her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from interrupting Finnegan's

treatment.

After applying the wound medicine to all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into the young man.

This ensured better absorption of the wound medicine.

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Next, he produced a healing pill for the young man to ingest, concluding the treatment. "I'll write prescription for you. Have someone prepare the medicine according to the instructions and give it to him when he wakes up."

"Sure." Alisha nodded. "Why was he still gripping the knife when he fainted?"

Since Finnegan brought him back, the unconscious young man had been holding onto that broken blade.

At one point, Alisha had considered taking the knife away, but she found his grip unusually tight.

Finnegan wiped his hands and gestured for Alisha to step outside.

"He's a skilled knife user. That broken knife is equivalent to his life."

That was why even while unconscious, the young man's subconsciousness made him hold onto the knife tightly.

Alisha laughed. "What a peculiar man to consider a broken knife as his life. However, you're no saint either. Why would you randomly save this mysterious guy?"

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"Take a guess!"

Alisha exclaimed in exasperation, "If I could guess, why would I even ask you?"

After giving her a sidelong glance, Finnegan sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass of water.

When she begrudgingly poured the water and handed it over, Finnegan answered, "I felt a connection with him, and I also detected a familiar aura from him." Alisha was taken aback. "A connection? A familiar aura? Have you met him before?"

"No."

For the past five years, Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he had met during that time.

He was certain he had never encountered this cold young man before.

However, the sense of familiarity arose from observing that the young man's cultivation style seemed somewhat similar to his own.

It was the first time in five years that Finnegan had come across such a person.

Naturally, he was curious.

"I knew you'd put on a mysterious act."

Alisha rolled her eyes at him.

After taking a sip of water, Finnegan changed the topic. "They say Solomon was released by someone with an order from the Department of Enforcement. You can inform your grandfather and follow this lead. It might reveal whoever is backing the Zymons family. Know your enemy!"

Alisha's attention was caught. "That explains why that guy was released so quickly."

She immediately turned to make a call, intending to share this information with Theoden.

Finnegan glanced back at the room where the young man was resting. "It's truly intriguing to encounter a non-traditional fighter!"

At the private mansion of the Zymons family, the hall was brightly lit.

Elsa, with her captivating beauty, stood tall and proud.

Kneeling beside her was Solomon, whose head had been freshly bandaged after he received a brutal beating at the police department Before them stood a towering young man who was over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. He had an aura reminiscent of a wild beast, Apart from them, the room was empty and silent.

After almost half an hour, Elsa couldn't help but glance at the time. She said in a hushed tone. "Um..."

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"No need for explanations. I don't want to hear any." The tall young man turned around, a trace of disdai on his l*ps. "As long as you follow the plan and get things done, the Zymons family can do whatever it pleases. However, I hope situations like this one tonight, where I have to bail people out from the police department, will not happen again." He paused and smirked insidiously. "Otherwise... you won't be able to endure his fury."

Elsa trembled when she heard that. "Understood!"

The young man left after giving Solomon a contemptuous glance, seemingly not even considering Solomon worthy of getting taught a lesson by him.

Only after he left did Elsa and her nephew feel relieved.

Solomon got up, his face contorted. "That brat Finnegan! How dare he call the police!"

Elsa's eyes flashed with a cold light. "This means he's a formidable opponent. You can continue targeting him, but don't let him outwit you again!"

Knowing Elsa wouldn't stop him from seeking revenge, Solomon sneered, "Rest assured I won't give him another chance to outsmart me. I'll make sure he experiences despair and helplessness!"

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