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.

heightened vigilance dissipated, he couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought on by his injuries any

eves rolled heat

up, and its doors opened

dress. She looked surprised when

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

either.” He placed the young man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and

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

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

quite serious!”

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 with

wounds, she felt that an ordinary person would have

foundation. He managed to avoid getting

nodded, though her understanding seemed partial. She refrained from

treatment.

applying the wound medicine to all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden

better absorption of the wound

a

write prescription for you.

was he still gripping the

the unconscious young man had been

knife away, but she found his

hands and gestured for

user. That broken knife is equivalent

unconscious, the young man’s subconsciousness made

his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would you randomly save this mysterious

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“Take a guess!”

I could guess, why would I

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

handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt

familiar aura? Have you met

“No.”

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

encountered this cold young

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