A Healer’s Journey

Overall, the entire UnderNet served as a middleman between those seeking help and those being asked for help.

Therefore, besides being able to issue various tasks, those with abilities could also nominate themselves.

Similar to job hunting, it allowed those in need to make a choice.

At that moment, what Finnegan saw in that window was a category for self-recommendation designed to assist those in need of help.

However, compared to the issuance of tasks, there were fewer people posting there.

In the past, Finnegan naturally had no interest in such matters, as he always advocated the principle that a doctor should not recommend himself.

However, positive energy needed to be used for healing and saving lives. Additionally, those who could access UnderNet were inevitably people with relatively high status and positions in reality.

Upon thinking of that, Finnegan, who had a plan in mind, immediately posted a message. The miracle doctor, with a mere touch, can cure diseases. Those seeking treatment are required to provide their true identity. Fees will be discussed after the diagnosis!

When he clicked confirm, the customer service window popped up again: We’ve detected that you’re posting long-term content. May we know the payment method for UnderNet commission?

Finnegan sighed. “D*mn, this UnderNet really charges you for everything!”

Cursing under his breath, Finnegan responded to the customer service: The patient pays for the treatment!

Customer Service responded: The post has been published. Once a deal is struck with the doctor. UnderNet will charge a commission of one million!

The corners of Finnegan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Looking at the dozens of posts under the window, he counted the nearly thousand task rewards in the other category windows. D*mn, UnderNet is loaded with money! A successful deal will yield them a commission of one million. I wonder how the rewards are determined.

Finnegan knew just by thinking about it that the number was astronomical. He couldn’t help but swallow hard. “It seems I need to consider this UnderNet seriously. It’s a gold mine!”

Thud, thud, thud…

that moment, there was a knock at the door, followed by the housekeeper’s

“Understood!”

his computer,

gracefully approached. “Dinner is almost ready.

scent the woman carried as she approached, Finnegan was reminded of the last time he had disciplined Mandy. He asked, “Do you have a bit of a masochistic tendency? I treated you that way last time,

lips quivered as the memory of the torment she endured from Finnegan after

actually used his hand… Reflecting on that, Mandy lowered her blushing face and said, “It was my lack of foresight that almost implicated Ms. Rivers. It’s

about the matter that made her blush immensely, Mandy asked, “Shall we have dinner

who had already packed up, conveniently descended the stairs. “No need. Finnegan is taking me out for a candlelight dinner later to celebrate my

to Finnegan, taking his arm in a manner that seemed to declare something. “I must thank you for your thoughtfulness. However, from now on, I’ll be taking care of Finnegan’s meals, so there’s no need for you to

twitched slightly. She’s going to announce the news so

but quickly returned to normal. “Ms.

We’re practically half-married. I thought I’d move in first, and once our feelings have deepened, we’ll

felt an inexplicable discomfort in

couldn’t show her emotion on her face. “That’s great. I should head back now, but if you two are free sometime,

depressingly after nodding

even when Bernice wasn’t around, Mandy

to fulfill

point, Bernice had moved in and carried herself as if

of connecting with Finnegan had

dear, I didn’t expect you to be protective

was right. I should keep a close eye on you.

out and grabbed Finnegan’s ear. “You better confess. How many meals have you actually had at

realized he did eat most of his meals over

that he absolutely couldn’t admit to it. “When would I have the time to go there every day? I’ve only been there two or three

never did it, Bernice

the lock a suitable number of times, only then would Bernice