A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 66 Asking Too Little

was a crowd outside the doors of the ICU,

The Alexander and Finnegan arrived, the crowd greeted Alexander respectfully, “Dr.

Finnegan looked around casually and noticed that the room was filled with importarit figures from Jadeborough, as well as experts and professors from other fields. Judging by their age, about half of them were Soren’s students.

Soren indeed had many students over his lifetime as a professor.

After responding politely to the crowd, Alexander turned to a man in his forties, who looked like a scholar, and said, “Caulder, this is Finnegan Larkin. He’s the one who recently helped Mr. Miles and even treated Dr. Magnussen’s granddaughter. I’ve invited him over.”

Everyone turned to look at Finnegan with a frown.

William even had a skeptical look in his

eyes.

If it weren’t for Jerome and Alexander’s recommendation, he might have thought that it was just a joke.

How could someone so young be skilled in medicine?

William’s politeness masked his doubt. “Mr. Larkin, did you really treat both Mr. Miles and Yuliana?”

Finnegan replied calmly, “Indeed.”

Setting aside his skepticism, William continued, “My father is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. Darius Hicks diagnosed him in Durbaine and said he only had a couple of weeks more to live. Now it’s down to four or five days. Can you help extend that by another two weeks?”

He was well aware of his father’s condition. He wasn’t expecting a miraculous recovery and was just hoping for a bit more time to get the old man past eighty years old.

Finnegan walked up to the gla*s wall of the ICU ward where Jerome, in a sterile outfit, was giving acupuncture to a frail old man.

Finnegan raised his hand and knocked on the gla*s before William could stop him.

Hearing the sound, Jerome looked up and beamed as he rushed to the gla*s and spoke into the intercom. “Master, you’re finally here!”

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you waiting for? Let my muster in to check on

to stop Finnegan froze

surprised as well.

was one of

actually addressed

be real?

his senses, William asked, “Mr. Magnussen, what did you just call Mr. Larkin?”

won’t take me as his disciple. So, I treat him with

all

said, “Mr. Magnussen, tell me about

condition.”

is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. It has spread to his armpits, back, and organs. His neck area is most critically affected, and it’s affecting his breathing. He’s relying on a tracheostomy tube to

had been curious as to how someone like Soren, who underwent medical check-ups twice a year,

was ineffective on him. With this condition, he couldn’t undergo any surgery, as the pain would be excruciating.

this point, any doubt William had about Finnegan had evaporated. His words were now laced with respect. “Mr. Larkin, in this situation, could you help my

too little,” Finnegan responded, having made up his mind. “Make the arrangements for me. I’ll operate

Everyone fell silent.

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a couple of weeks at most. He struggled to tain his excitement, and

the question back at him. “Don’t you want your father to recover? Or do you nor trust ine!

no. I’ll get everything arranged for you.” Snapping back to reality, William quashed his doubts and turned

Mr. Larkin to treat

my

more days at most. He thought they might as well try a last-ditch

Maurice to lead Finnegan to change into sterile clothing before entering the

also called his a*sistant over and instructed, “Get everyone who’s a deputy chief or higher in their departments here if they’re not swamped. Also, give a heads-up to those on break. If they could make it, that would be perfect. We’ve got a great chance

Those without critically ill patients left instructions for others and rushed to

going on? Why are the chief doctors being replaced