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.

the exhaustion brought on by his injuries

eves rolled

pulled up, and its doors opened

a black V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked

person 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

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

under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man in and had Alisha arrange for him to be cleaned up before he started his treatment.

is quite

as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How could he survive until now with these

she felt that an ordinary person would have

He managed to avoid getting

nodded, though her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from

treatment.

the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden

ensured better absorption of the wound

a

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

still gripping the

back, the unconscious young man had

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife away, but she found his

wiped his hands and gestured

broken

while unconscious, the young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto

to consider a broken knife as his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would

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“Take a guess!”

exclaimed in exasperation, “If I could guess, why would

side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass

answered, “I felt a

familiar aura?

“No.”

the past five years, Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he had met during

encountered this

that the young man’s cultivation style seemed somewhat similar to