A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 2 Never Take Medical Practitioners Lightly

disbelievers, so he should have turned around to leave right then. However, Finnegan suppressed his annoyance, knowing how grateful and kind Bernice was. “Mr. Zimmerman, you may think less of me because of my youth, but I can really wake Ms. Zimmerman up.” Patrick’s face darkened at Finnegan’s insolence. “Really? You are quite confident, aren’t you? he challenged. “Sure, I’m fairly confident that I can wake her up.” Finnegan replied. As a matter of fact, Finnegan was a hundred percent certain that he could cure Bernice. The Primordial Pharmacopoeia that he had inherited from his master contained legendary medical techniques. He had only said he was fairly certain to be humble. Alexander snorted in derision. “Don’t get so cocky, young man!” Despite Alexander’s impressive credentials as the director of General Hospital in Jadeborough, the president of Jadeborough Medical Association, and a member of Loang Medical Council, he still could not determine the cause of Bernice’s condition. Finnegan’s proclamation was essentially a slap across Alexander’s face. Patrick thought Finnegan was being too arrogant. He said in a low voice, “He’s the director of General Hospital, Alexander Cooper. Are you claiming that you’re more capable than Dr. Cooper?” Finnegan hadn’t thought that Patrick would judge a book by its cover and look down on him. He resisted the temptation to leave and said, “In medicine, it’s the ability that counts, not age. Is there a problem with me being more capable than him?” Alexander’s interest was piqued by Finnegan’s confidence. “Who did you learn from? Where did you graduate?” “An old traditional medicine practitioner. I never attended medical school,” Finnegan replied plainly. “What?! Are you kidding me?” Given Finnegan’s young age and lack of formal medical training, Alexander, who had dedicated decades of his life to the practice of medicine, was skeptical of him. He saw Finnegan as an impostor who took patients’ lives lightly. Turning to Patrick, he said, “Mr. Zimmerman, I’m positive that he knows nothing. Please ask him to leave!” Patrick was seething when he saw how annoyed Alexander was. “Please leave.” Two b*dyguards slowly approached Finnegan in tacit understanding. Finnegan knew they wouldn’t believe him if he didn’t prove himself. He shifted his gaze to Alexander and retorted, “You can’t even cure the headache you’ve had for years. Who are you to judge my medical expertise?” He then looked at Patrick. “And you, as the chairman of Firebird Group, do you always make judgments based on appearance?” At that moment, he exuded an intangible sense of oppression, as if he was a different person. Alexander paled. “How did you know about my headache?” He had never told anyone about that. Likewise, Patrick and Jennifer were shocked. They signaled the b*dyguards to back down. “Come. I can cure your headache.” Finnegan was not in the mood to yak with him. “Can you really cure it?” “Cut the crap!” Alexander’s l*ps twitched slightly. He stepped forward to try his luck. “If you can really cure my headache, then I’ll believe you can cure Ms. Zimmerman.” Finnegan swiftly turned his palm and retrieved a set of gold needles. In a flash, he inserted seven needles into various spots on Alexander’s head. Alexander was taken aback by Finnegan’s speed. Administering acupuncture on the head should be done meticulously. He had never seen anyone do it in such a reckless manner. However, before he could wrap his head around what Finnegan was doing, the latter had