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.

he couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought on by

eves rolled

pulled up,

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

person could lie flat, but he

gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and watch out for anyone tailing

worry, I threw them off the trail before coming here.”

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

is quite

over 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

ordinary person would have died countless

actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit

understanding seemed partial. She refrained from

treatment.

Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into the

ensured better absorption of the

a

prescription for you. Have someone prepare the medicine according to the instructions and

he still

unconscious young man had

knife away, but she

gestured for

skilled knife user. That broken

young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto the knife

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

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“Take a guess!”

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

at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass of

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

familiar aura? Have you met him before?”

“No.”

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

had never encountered this cold young man before.

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