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

eves rolled

pulled up,

V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she

only requested a car where a person could lie flat,

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

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

small residence under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man

is quite

man’s b*dy, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha

an ordinary person

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

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

treatment.

all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles

better absorption of the wound medicine.

a

you. Have someone prepare the medicine according to the instructions and give it to

still gripping

Finnegan brought him back, the unconscious young man had been holding onto that broken blade.

taking the knife away, but she found his grip unusually tight.

wiped his hands and gestured

That broken knife is equivalent to his

young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto the knife tightly.

laughed. “What a peculiar man to consider a broken knife as his life. However, you’re no

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“Take a guess!”

guess, why would

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

connection? A familiar aura? Have you met him before?”

“No.”

Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval

certain he had never encountered

observing that the young man’s cultivation