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.

as his heightened vigilance dissipated, he couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought

rolled

sleek black car pulled up, and its doors opened

dress. She looked surprised when

had only requested a car where a person could lie flat, but he hadn’t explained the situation.

man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place

pry further, Alisha assured, “Don’t worry, I threw

small residence under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man in and had Alisha arrange for him to be cleaned

is quite

bruising, Alisha couldn’t

felt that an ordinary person would have died countless times already.

the wound medicine to the injuries while explaining, “The injuries look horrifying, but they haven’t actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit in the critical spots. His

partial.

treatment.

injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles

ensured better absorption of the

a

a healing pill for the young man to ingest, concluding the treatment. “I’ll write prescription for you. Have

“Why was he still gripping the knife when he

the unconscious young man had been

taking the knife away, but

hands and gestured

user. That broken knife is equivalent to

man’s subconsciousness

to consider a broken knife as his life. However,

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“Take a guess!”

“If I could guess, why would I even

giving her a sidelong glance, Finnegan sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass of water.

it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt a connection with him, and I also

aback. “A connection? A familiar aura? Have you

“No.”

in seclusion in the primeval

never encountered this

of familiarity arose from observing that the young