A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 99 Why Should I Be Afraid Of You

Adam worked fast. In less than an hour, he had prepared all the herbs Finnegan needed. There were as many as seventy or eighty types, and the combined weight was a few dozen pounds.

After that, Finnegan asked Adam to let him work in a kitchen that was not in use, found a pot, and then closed himself in the kitchen to make the topical medication-Regenerating Ointment.

It could be considered an enhanced version of an ointment for wounds. Not only could it help to heal ordinary wounds, but it could also repair damaged nerves and skin. The combination of acupuncture and the application of the ointment to the severe burns on Waylynn’s b*dy would be effective in skin regeneration.

It was just that making it was a time-consuming process. It took a full five hours. As soon as Finnigan finished making it, he promptly transferred it into a clean container and returned to the ward.

It was unclear whether it was because of Xena’s words that Romona did not complain about getting hungry after the long wait when she saw him again.

“Old Mdm. Brown, here’s the ointment I just made. Could you help me to apply it all over Ms. Wright’s b*dy before it cools down?”

“Sure.”

With her help, Finnegan started applying an even layer of the Regenerating Ointment to Waylynn’s b*dy.

It itched at first, but Waylynn dared not scratch. Soon, however, she felt a cooling sensation that felt very soothing, and the unbearable itchiness gradually subsided.

There was a sense of relaxation she had not felt for five years. It felt just like it did when everything was normal.

She could not help looking toward him with surprise in her eyes. What is this ointment? It’s still steaming because it’s hot, but why can’t I feel the heat? Can he really heal me so that I can go back to normal?

Half an hour later, Waylynn finally had a layer of the Regenerating Ointment all over her b*dy. She looked as though her b*dy had been cast in plaster.

Then, Finnegan and Xena wrapped Waylynn up in bandages like a mummy, leaving only her mouth, nose, and eyes visible.

relief and said, “After this, we’ll do acupuncture and reapply the ointment every

a single word, asked, “Can Waylynn really

lose the bet and are thinking of going back

that’s all,” she responded with a snort, wanting to preserve her

yourself when the time comes. I also hope you’ll continue to be

really end up losing,

to waste his breath arguing with Romona, Finnegan said goodbye to Xena

and Stephen had been waiting outside all this while, and they quickly hurried forward when they saw him come out. “How is it, Dr.

days later. After we repeat that several times, Ms. Wright will be in

I thank you?” Brimming with gratitude, Adam was on the verge

recovers,” Finnegan said with a smile. Then, he quickly steered the conversation in a different direction lest Adam continue gushing with gratitude. “By the way, is Old Mr. Wright home?”

man who used to be the head of Nuthana for ten years and was ranked

prepared and is waiting for

not expected that Nathan would deliberately prepare food for him. In a serious tone,

the Wright residence. A century-old banyan tree towered over the area like a giant sunshade, and under the tree was a stone table laden with

white hair sitting in

could sense the former’s aura of power and authority. He could also discern the man’s vigorous

led him to stand behind the elderly man. “Grandpa, Dr. Larkin

whose face was full of wrinkles, raised his hand and gestured for Finnegan to sit down.

excused himself after nodding at Finnegan, knowing that his grandfather wished to

opposite Nathan without hesitation. He even took his time carefully studying the man before him. However, the latter’s composed demeanor meant Finnegan could not read him.

inwardly, then said, “Old Mr. Wright, you can

hours.” Like a kindly old man, Nathan handed Finnegan a plate and