A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 3 Fateful Eighteen Needles

man, how are you going to treat her?” Finnegan’s nose twitched. He caught a whiff of a faint fragrance in the air and immediately knew why Bernice had been unconscious. It was an incense with the name “A Thousand Dreams,” which caused her to fall unconscious. The incense was harmless. In fact, it was beneficial for those suffering from insomnia, as it could help them sleep. However, that incense had a major drawback. If used over a prolonged period, it could cause the user to fall into a deep, prolonged slumber, with no one realizing why. Its effect could only be neutralized with another incense by the name “The Awakening.” Once he decided on a treatment plan, he ordered, “Remove Ms. Zimmerman’s clothes. I’m going to treat her using acupuncture.” What? Jennifer knew her daughter well and hesitated to obey Finnegan’s orders. Yet, upon recalling how Finnegan had treated Alexander’s headache, she nodded in determination. “Sure. I’ll do as you say.” If Bernice could regain consciousness, they wouldn’t mind Finnegan’s actions. But if she couldn’t regain consciousness, they would definitely teach Finnegan a lesson. Walking to the bed, Jennifer stripped off Bernice’s clothes. The young lady’s milky skin and her curvaceous b*dy were exposed to the air. That was the first time Finnegan had seen a woman’s n*ked b*dy. Even though he was prepared, he couldn’t help but gulp silently, as Bernice was too attractive. When Jennifer stepped back awkwardly, Finnegan did his best to keep his composure and walked over to the bed. He unzipped his case and pulled out a selection of gleaming gold needles. After sanitizing the needles, he performed the Fateful Eighteen Needles technique. This method was what made his mentor, Eternal Medicine God, famous. There were a total of eighty-one changes that could be added to one another to increase the effectiveness of acupuncture. Finnegan had only managed to master a part of it. Jennifer knew nothing about acupuncture, but it was clear to her how swift Finnegan was when he administered the needles. She noticed his serious expression, which showed that he wasn’t affected by her daughter’s n*ked b*dy. This understanding put her at ease. After administering the Fateful Eighteen Needles, Finnegan placed his palms on Bernice’s b*dy to give her a ma*sage that could induce sweating. Slowly, his palms began glowing red. That sight stunned Jennifer to no end. A complicated look appeared on her face when she realized her daughter had just been taken advantage of. Ten minutes later, Bernice’s skin began to flush with a rosy hue as she started sweating. The fragrance in the air had become more intense. Twenty minutes later, Bernice was drenched in sweat. Even her bedsheets were soaking wet. The room was filled with a soothing aroma, so sweet it was almost hypnotic. Almost half an hour had pa*sed, and Bernice stopped sweating. Finnegan exhaled sharply and began removing his gold needles. The moment the gold needles were removed, Bernice’s eyes snapped open. She immediately felt a cooling sensation and discovered she was n*ked and that there was a man standing next to her. Before Jennifer could express her delight, Bernice screamed and delivered a kick in Finnegan’s direction. “Scoundrel!” “She has sweated buckets. Feed her some water. I’m going to head out.” Bernice had pretty feet, but Finnegan