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 heat

up, and its doors

dressed in a black V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the

a person could lie flat, but he hadn’t explained

down. “Find a place for me to treat

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

young man in and had Alisha arrange for him to be

quite serious!”

well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment.

an ordinary person would

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 is only due to excessive bleeding

her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from interrupting Finnegan’s

treatment.

medicine to all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into

of the wound medicine.

a

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

nodded. “Why was he still gripping

young man had been holding onto that broken blade.

considered taking the knife away, but she found his grip unusually

hands and gestured for

user. That broken knife

young man’s subconsciousness made him hold

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

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“Take a guess!”

guess, why would I even ask you?”

giving her a sidelong glance, Finnegan sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured

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

“A connection? A familiar aura? Have

“No.”

lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he had

had never encountered this cold

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