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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heal his old injuries. If you track down my mentor within. the year and have him impart the remaining twenty-seven variations to me, there

wildly unpredictable, though. He appeared once in Durbaine three years ago, but from then on, we’ve had no news of him. How on earth do we track him

find that old fogey

wanting to waste more time, he unbuttoned Jeremy’s shirt and

improved. Even though he was still in a coma,

Humphrey was utterly amazed. However, worried that he might disturb Finnegan, he kept his excitement to

fearful of missing out on Finnegan’s acupuncture process that he hardly

was administering Fateful Eighteen

importantly, the opportunity to watch such a powerful technique

around too often.

fell into his chair, drenched in sweat. “Ah… I should’ve waited till tomorrow to treat Old Mr.

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

Mr. Samson now?”

write you a prescription for healing his old injuries so you can

Bruce’s Long Life Pill are just enough for another pill

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exclaimed gratefully. “I’ll have someone

and handing the prescription to Reynard,

Larkin!” Humphrey shouted as he chased after

embarra*sment on Humphrey’s face, Finnegan smiled

Old Mr. Suisse. You’re interested in mastering Thirteen

you don’t mind, I’m willing to pay a hundred million to learn the last two needles

just two, I can do it for free. Besides, Thirteen Revival Needles can only help extend one’s life during critical moments. Other than that, it isn’t

bow of gratitude. “Thank you, Dr. Larkin.

Old Mr. Suisse,” Finnegan answered. With that, he stayed behind to explain the last two techniques of Thirteen Revival Needles to Humphrey. Not only was his explanation exceedingly thorough, but he also pointed out the precise location, depth, and force needed for each

Finnegan only had to repeat his

Master,” Humphrey said sincerely with another bow. “I’ll practice hard