A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 1 Mischievous Doctor

voice rang out from within the house. “Yes, we do know!” Mandy’s b*dy shuddered. She feared she would further upset the miracle doctor, as that would mean any hopes for her grandfather’s illness to be cured would vanish entirely. “Recite the rule!” That man’s voice rang out again. Undaring to defy him, Mandy enumerated, “Dr. Larkin, also known as the Mischievous Doctor, upholds the ten non-treatment rules. No treatment shall be given to dishonest government officials, disloyal people, unfilial children, S**ual offenders, criminals, immoral people, disbelievers, non-Chanaean speakers, and money-grubbers. Finally, a flat refusal to give treatment to others whenever you’re in a bad mood.” Right after she finished talking, a small black bottle was tossed out of the window of the wooden house. Then, the man inside uttered, “Well done. I shall forgive you today and help treat your grandfather’s disease.” Mandy picked up the small bottle. Upon opening it, she noticed that the bottle contained seven pills that emanated medicinal fragrance. Elated, she quickly expressed her gratitude in the direction of the wooden house. “Thank you, Dr. Larkin! Thank you, Dr. Larkin!” “Let your grandfather consume one pill every day for seven days in a row to get him into shape first. Within ten days, I’ll personally visit the Langdon residence to treat him. Transfer one hundred million to my public account as the consultation fee. Any objections?” As the richest family in Nuthana, the Langdon family possessed a*sets worth hundreds of billion. One hundred million was merely an insignificant amount to them. Besides, that matter concerned Howard Langdon’s life. The Langdons were willing to pay any sum to treat his condition. “No objection. In that case, we shall await your advent at the Langdon residence, Dr. Larkin!” “You can go now,” he said impa*sively. After the members of the Langdon family left, the door to the wooden house creaked open. Finnegan Larkin strode out from within. He had a straight posture and a gentle countenance. His eyes were pensive, and he wore a faint smirk. “I’ve completely eliminated the toxin that old guy poisoned me with. I can finally go home now!” Longing emotions bubbled within Finnegan as he scanned the surroundings of where he had lived for the past five years. Then he held up an umbrella and ambled into the rain. Two days later, in Jadeborough, Nuthana. Five years had pa*sed, and Jadeborough, a bustling economic hub to begin with, had prospered further. However, Finnegan’s house was located on the outskirts of Jadeborough, an area yet to be included in the development plan. He began to panic as he arrived before a cottage. Five years ago, the day before his university entrance exam, he had heroically saved a girl after finishing his revision at night. However, he ended up offending a scion named Killian Chomsky, got severely beaten up, and was admitted to the hospital. His father, Desmond Larkin, who was a teacher at that time, was also dragged into the mess and was dismissed by the school. Subsequently, his mother also lost her job. Finnegan left without saying a word one night to avoid burdening his parents. He wondered if they were doing well. Finnegan collected himself and knocked on the iron door. Footsteps could be heard, followed by the opening of the door. His mother, Quiana Lane, stepped out of the house. “You are?” Finnegan’s height and appearance had changed a lot in the past five years, so she failed to recognize her son immediately. Tears brimmed in Finnegan’s eyes as he gazed at his aged mother. Her hair had turned white, and the wrinkles on her face had deepened. “Mom!” “Fi…Finny? Is that you, Finny?” “Mom, it’s me. I’m home!” At that instant, he couldn’t suppress his emotions of missing his family anymore. He stepped forward and embraced his mother tightly. Upon ascertaining the man before her was indeed Finnegan, Quiana shed tears of