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…

the door, followed by the housekeeper’s voice. “Mr. Larkin, Ms. Mandy Langdon is looking for you.”

“Understood!”

response, Finnegan disconnected from UnderNet, turned off his computer, left his room,

dress gracefully approached. “Dinner is almost ready. Would you like to join us?”

disciplined Mandy. He asked, “Do you have a bit of a masochistic tendency? I treated you that way last time,

as the memory of the torment she endured from Finnegan after Josephine’s mishap surfaced

lowered her blushing face and said, “It was my lack of foresight that almost implicated Ms. Rivers. It’s only right that you reprimand me. I have no reason to resent you.”

Finnegan from continuing to speak about the matter that made her blush immensely, Mandy asked, “Shall we

the stairs. “No need. Finnegan is taking

something. “I must thank you for your thoughtfulness. However, from now on, I’ll be taking care

Finnegan’s mouth twitched slightly. She’s going to announce the

expression shifted slightly but quickly returned to normal. “Ms. Zimmerman has moved

practically half-married. I thought I’d move in first, and once our feelings have deepened, we’ll get married straight away.”

felt an inexplicable discomfort in her

on her face. “That’s great. I should head back now, but if you two are free

depressingly after nodding at Finnegan.

past, even when Bernice wasn’t around, Mandy can’t find an opportunity to

to fulfill

Bernice had moved in and carried herself as if she were the lady

felt that her chances of connecting with Finnegan had diminished, even seeming to have disappeared

was. He gently embraced Bernice. “My dear, I didn’t expect you to be protective of me. It’s quite unlike

mother was right. I should keep a close eye

moment, she reached out and grabbed Finnegan’s ear. “You better confess. How many meals have you actually had at Mandy’s place? Have you been eating there ever since Mr. and Mrs.

about it, he realized he did

to it. “When would I have the time to go there

never did it,

by setting the lock a suitable number of times,