A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 135 A Connection With Him

Down a dimly lit alleyway, an icy-looking young man who had accidentally stumbled upon Romona’s residence was clutching a broken black blade. He leaned against the wall with blood dripping from the blade, his breathing faint as he moved forward with difficulty.

“You need treatment now. Otherwise, even if you survive, your martial foundation will be compromised.”

Suddenly, Finnegan, who had been discreetly tailing him, materialized before him like a specter, a faint smile tugging at his l*ps.

The young man’s pupils contracted as a glint of light flickered in his eyes.

In an instant, a swift and savage strike was delivered as the knife arced through the air. Although he was weak, his strike was still vicious and powerful.

Finnegan furrowed his brows as he dodged, not daring to confront the full brunt of the attack head-on.

The young man was tenacious and relentless as he continued to strike with the blade.

Due to his injuries, the young man’s speed and strength were somewhat hampered. It was evident from his inability to graze even the hem of Finnegan’s clothes.

Sensing a brief lag from the young man, Finnegan extended his right hand and pressed his palm against him.

A muffled thud resonated as the young man was pushed backward and crashed onto the ground.

Finnegan had held back, ensuring that the young man’s injuries weren’t exacerbated. Swiftly, the young man managed to regain his footing.

His

gaze was less hostile, as he sensed no malevolence emanating from Finnegan.

Finnegan took out a pill and tossed it over. “You should start with stopping the bleeding.”

The young man caught the pill and cast another glance at Finnegan.

Then, he popped the pill into his mouth and gulped it down.

He knew that if Finnegan truly wanted to kill him, it would be easy. There was no need for theatrics.

The bleeding from the wound soon stopped.

The young man’s expression softened, and his gaze toward Finnegan lost its wariness and resistance.

couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought on by his injuries any

eves rolled heat

up, and its

looked

could lie flat, but he hadn’t explained the

young man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and watch out for anyone tailing

assured, “Don’t worry, I threw them

under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man in and

quite serious!”

bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How could he survive until

she felt that an ordinary person

haven’t actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit

nodded, though her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from

treatment.

injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles

better absorption of the

a

treatment. “I’ll write prescription for you. Have someone prepare the medicine according to the instructions and give it

was he still gripping the

man had been holding

Alisha had considered taking the knife away,

gestured for Alisha to step outside.

user. That broken knife is equivalent to his

young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto the

as his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would you randomly save this mysterious

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“Take a guess!”

exasperation, “If I could guess, why would

glance, Finnegan sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to

she begrudgingly poured the water and handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt a connection with him, and I also detected a familiar aura from

connection? A familiar aura? Have you met him before?”

“No.”

past five years, Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval

he had never encountered this

familiarity arose from observing that the young man’s cultivation style seemed somewhat