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

rolled

up, and its doors

looked surprised when she saw the young man. “Who is

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

He placed the young man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me

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

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

quite

well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but

she felt that an ordinary person would have

his martial foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit in the critical spots. His appearance of extreme weakness is only due

her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from interrupting

treatment.

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

better absorption of the wound medicine.

a

treatment. “I’ll write prescription for you. Have someone

he still gripping the knife when he

back, the unconscious young man

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife

gestured for Alisha to

broken knife is equivalent to

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

a broken knife as his life. However, you’re

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“Take a guess!”

could guess, why would

sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for

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

A familiar

“No.”

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

he had never encountered this cold

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