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

rolled

pulled up, and its doors opened automatically.

b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the young man. “Who is

car where a person could lie flat, but

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

wanting to pry further, Alisha assured, “Don’t worry, I threw them off the trail before coming here.”

minutes later, in a small residence under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man

quite serious!”

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 now

that an ordinary person would have died

foundation. He managed to avoid getting

though her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from

treatment.

Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into

ensured better absorption of

a

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

he still gripping

unconscious young man had been holding

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife away, but she found his grip unusually tight.

his hands and gestured for Alisha to step

That broken knife is equivalent to his

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

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

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“Take a guess!”

“If I could guess, why would I even

at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured

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

connection? A familiar aura? Have you met

“No.”

Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone he had met during that time.

never encountered

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