A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 3 Fateful Eighteen Needles

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 didn’t like getting kicked.