A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 82 There Will Be A Chance

After checking Jeremy’s pulse. Finnegan immediately had a clear idea of the man’s situation.

“Old Mr. Samson is really up in years.”

“What do you mean by that, Dr. Larkin?” Reynard asked.

“Old Mr. Samson is over ninety years old, which puts him at the final stage of one’s natural life. On top of that, he sustained countless injuries when he was young, so it’s no surprise that his b*dy is falling apart. Simply put, it’s time for Old Mr. Samson to rest his weary soul.”

Reynard’s expression instantly turned grim. “Does that mean we’re out of options. Dr. Larkin?”

“If one is already on their last legs, I’m afraid there’s no way to reverse that,” Humphrey replied solemnly. As it turned out, he had reached the same conclusion, but since the person in question was Jeremy, he didn’t dare to be as straightforward as Finnegan.

After pondering for a while, Finnegan uttered. “His condition is similar to Howard and Winston, whom I had managed to treat previously, but the difference is that Old Mr. Samson is a lot older than them. The methods I used on those two won’t be effective on him. Unless…

“Unless what?” Reynard piped up.

“Unless we treat his old injuries and combine the use of a Long Life Pill and Fateful Eighteen Needles on him. That might extend his life by five or six years.”

“You can do all of that, can’t you, Dr. Larkin? I recall you can concoct the Long Life Pill,” Reynard blurted out.

Upon hearing that, Humphrey widened his eyes. “Are you saying Dr. Larkin has the complete. formula for the Long Life Pill?”

Reynard froze as a blush of shame crept up his face. “Dr. Larkin, I…..”

To his relief, Finnegan shrugged it off with a wave of the hand. “It’s okay. We can trust Old Mr. Suisse. He won’t leak a word even if he knows I have the complete formula for the Long Life Pill. However, given Old Mr. Samson’s current condition. I’m afraid I can only prolong his life by a year… That’s because it’s necessary to combine a complete Fateful Eighteen. Needles with a Long Life Pill to achieve the goal of life extension!”

Unfortunately, Finnegan had only mastered fifty-four of the eighty-one variations of Fateful Eighteen Needles.

Reynard chuckled bitterly. “Ah, I see… Well, I guess one year is better than nothing!”

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worry,” Finnegan said smilingly as he patted Reynard’s shoulder. “I’ll administer acupuncture on Old Mr. Samson first. Subsequently, I’ll prescribe a Long Life Pill to stabilize his condition and medication to heal his old injuries. If you track down my mentor within. the year and have him impart the remaining

face was etched with pain. “Dr. Aiello’s whereabouts are wildly unpredictable, though. He appeared once in Durbaine three years ago, but from then on, we’ve

that’s your problem to solve. I can’t find that old fogey either,”

more time, he unbuttoned Jeremy’s shirt

still in a coma,

that he might disturb Finnegan, he kept his excitement to

so fearful of missing out on

tell that Finnegan was administering Fateful Eighteen Needles,

such a powerful

around too often.

sigh of relief and fell into his chair, drenched in sweat.

in the day. Now that I’ve administered fifty-four

is Old Mr. Samson

for healing his old injuries so you can get someone to brew the medicines for him. As for the Long Life Pill, I’ll send it over tomorrow.”

Long

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much. Dr. Larkin,” Reynard exclaimed gratefully. “I’ll have

the prescription to Reynard, Finnegan

shouted as he chased after

noticing the hint of embarra*sment on Humphrey’s face, Finnegan smiled to

Suisse. You’re interested in mastering Thirteen Revival Needles,

a sheepish smile. “If you don’t mind, I’m willing to pay a hundred million to learn the

it for free. Besides, Thirteen Revival Needles can only help extend one’s

aback by Finnegan’s generosity, Humphrey gave a deep bow of gratitude. “Thank you, Dr. Larkin. I’ll be happy to learn from you from now

to Humphrey. Not only was his explanation exceedingly thorough, but he also pointed

to repeat his explanations three times before the former more or less grasped the idea of

you for your guidance, Master,” Humphrey said sincerely with another bow. “I’ll practice hard and