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

rolled heat

pulled up, and its doors opened automatically.

dressed in a black V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the young man. “Who is

requested a car where a person could

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

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

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

quite

a dozen lacerations crisscrossing the young man’s b*dy, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How could he survive until

wounds, she felt that an ordinary person would have

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 appearance of extreme weakness

partial. She refrained from interrupting

treatment.

wound medicine to all the injuries, Finnegan then

better absorption of the wound

a

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

nodded. “Why was he still gripping the knife when he fainted?”

the unconscious young man had been holding onto

the knife away, but she found his grip unusually tight.

his hands and gestured for Alisha to

user. That broken knife is

young man’s subconsciousness made him hold

as his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would

O

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“Take a guess!”

exasperation, “If I could guess, why would I even ask

casually crossed his leg, and gestured

begrudgingly poured the water and handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt a

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

“No.”

in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he

encountered this cold

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