A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 218

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.

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But after a moment, his expression turned gloomy.

"He must have been suddenly stressed out, He's out of breath now."

"No way. My son is only four years old!"

The middle-aged woman suddenly burst into tears, kneeling before Jerome.

She clung to his hand, pleading desperately, "Dr. Magnussen, he can't die. I beg you!"

Jerome sighed. "I'm a doctor, not a deity. I would save him if I could, but your son has truly breathed his last."

Who in this world can truly bring back the dead to life?

Everyone present heaved a sigh.

It was a pity that the life of a four-year-old child ended before it even began.

Some people even pointed fingers at the middle-aged woman. "What kind of mother are you? You didn't even notice when your child was in trouble."

"Perhaps if the treatment hadn't been delayed, the child might not have met such a tragic end."

Hearing the accusations of the people around her, the middle-aged woman burst into tears. "My son!"

Right then, she noticed Finnegan standing nearby, flipping the child's eyelids.

Perhaps she was protecting her 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 going to torment him?" Jerome quickly said, "He is also a doctor from our clinic. Please don't misunderstand."

Finnegan understood the emotions of middle-aged women.

He was not displeased at all. "It's okay. Let's save this child first."

"Can the child still be saved?" Jerome asked in surprise.

The middle-aged woman suddenly grabbed Finnegan's hand. "Young man, what did you say? Can my child still be saved?"

Everyone turned their gaze toward Finnegan.

Seeing his handsome youthful appearance, they all quietly shook their heads.

A kind-hearted older woman advised, "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. Let her take her child home."

If he gives her hope but can't deliver, it will be disappointing

Who knows what she will do?

In this day and age, most people are not likely to blame themselves when they are wrong, but instead, they tend to shift

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the responsibility onto others,

Finnegan said, "I can really cure him. Just give me a minute."

"Wow, what a big talker!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than Millicent, accompanied by the Zimmerman siblings, walked

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She had secretly contacted Bernice last night behind Bruce's back but was firmly rejected by her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, so she went behind Bruce's back and came to find Finnegan. Since Bernice refused to obey, she would start with Finnegan.

Upon hearing what

Finnegan was

said, she couldn't help but scoff.

mewhat surprised to see them arrive, but he didn't pay it much mind. "Maam, you need

to step aside. Otherwise, there will be no hope of saving him."

I can't believe Finnegan just ignored me.

elders?

Millicent 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 you save him? You've merely scratched the surface of medical knowledge under Dr. Magnussen, haven't you?"

Millicent's disdain for Finnegan was so deep-rooted that she filled in the blanks herself.

Finnegan whipped his head around, his gaze icy cold. "Say one more word and I'll have you kicked out!"

"You..."

Millicent, who had never been treated in such a way, was furious.

Queenie stopped her and whispered, "Grandma, let's just wait and see what he's going to do. If he can't save the boy, his mother will definitely not let him off. Wouldn't it be even better if he got into trouble?" Hearing this, Millicent thought it made sense.

"Fine, I won't say a word. I'll just watch how you bring the child back from the brink of death." Cursing under his breath, Finnegan flipped the child's body and cradled him on his left arm.

Following that, he swiftly raised his right hand and slapped it down hard.

This surprised everyone so much that their eyes nearly popped out.

Is he really saving the kid?

The middle-aged woman's face turned pale. "What are you doing?"

Millicent sneered, "The child is already dead and yet you're still causing such a fuss. You're really heartless! And you, as a mother, how could you-"

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Finnegan, unable to hold back, swung his hand back and slapped her across the face.

Millicent was really too noisy, and he reckoned the slap Bernice received yesterday was delivered by Millicent.

Timothy snapped back to reality, roaring as he charged at Finnegan with his fists, "D*mn it! How dare you hit my grandma, you poor b*stard!"

Finnegan's left leg landed squarely on Timothy, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"Should anyone dare to interrupt me again, don't fault me for my lack of courtesy!"

A chilling force surged forward, bearing down entirely on Millicent, Timothy, and Queenie.

Millicent, who was initially angry, stiffened, a sense of fear unexpectedly welling up in her heart. She dared not speak again.

After he intimidated them, Finnegan's right hand fell again.

He looked as though he was hitting a sandbag.

The middle-aged woman held her hands tightly together, wanting to intervene but too afraid to speak up, fearful that Finnegan might turn his anger on her as well. However, seeing her child being tormented by Finnegan like this, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Be—”

Just as she began to speak, the child, who was thought to be dead, suddenly started coughing. A soft jelly the size of a ping-pong ball fell out of the child's mouth. The child began crying. He had come back to life.

Jerome, who had absolute confidence in Finnegan, slapped his forehead. "So it was a case of suspended animation due to suffocation. I really need to brush up on my medical knowledge!"

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Millicent and her family, along with those who had thought Finnegan was just messing around, were all dumbfounded.

Is the child really alive?

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