A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Let Him Recover On His Own

"You claimed you are able to extract the shrapnel, but now you are refusing to perform brain. surgery on Mr. Miles. Are you attempting to deceive them?" Oliver demanded excitedly as though he had gotten something on Finnegan.

Alexander frowned as it occurred to him that Oliver was being too petty.

Alisha had been silent the entire while, and she finally spoke up. Her voice was frosty as she asked, "Professor Fairlake, Mr. and Mrs. Miles didn't question him. Who are you to speak. your mind?" Oliver was just about to adopt an arrogant and patronizing tone with Alisha, but the second he spun around and looked at her, he realized who she was.

His face turned pale as he greeted in a trembling voice, "Ms. Wahlstrom."

He dared not offend the granddaughter of the honcho of Walund's underground circles.

Alisha gave him a threatening glare before turning to Finnegan. "Mr. Larkin, please start." Finnegan nodded and went to stand beside Gilbert.

"I'll need a shaver and scalpel."

Oliver was just about to voice his query about why Finnegan had altered his stance on performing a surgical procedure when Alisha directed a pointed look in his direction. He quickly averted his gaze, not daring to speak a single word.

The Miles family made sure they gather all the necessary medical equipment so that Gilbert. would be able to receive the treatment he needed in a timely manner. Soon, Finnegan received a shaver and scalpel as requested.

Using the shaver, Finnegan shaved off some of Gilbert's hair so part of his scalp was visible.

He then retrieved the gold needles.

Alexander wasn't at all surprised as he had seen the gold needles previously when Finnegan cured his headache. However, the other specialists could barely hide their surprise.

Ordinary people would replace it difficult to use gold needles because they are much softer than the silver needles that were generally used.

Finnegan looked young, so they doubted if he could use them well.

Ignoring others, Finnegan grabbed eighteen gold needles and jabbed them all within three

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seconds.

Alexander wasn't present when Finnegan treated Bernice previously, so he was naturally stunned at the sight. "Fateful Eighteen Needles! This is the Fateful Eighteen Needles. method!"

"Yes, this is the Fateful Eighteen Needles method indeed," another specialist agreed. "Young man, where did you learn this method? Fateful Eighteen Needles is only documented in various medical books as i is an ancient and lost technique, right?"

Finnegan had devoted all his attention to the treatment until he was unable to respond to the inquiry posed to him by the specialist.

After administering the needles, he grabbed the scalpel and made a five-millimeter cut on Gilbert's forehead. Blood immediately trickled out of the wound.

He then placed his hand on the top of Gilbert's head, slowly channeling and focusing his spiritual energy. A Condensed Energy Blade began to form and trickle into the wound.

Alexander held his breath as he grew increasingly excited.

Two specialists widened their eyes, gazing at Finnegan intently. One of them gave Alexander a soft push. "Dr. Cooper, I saw some white strands earlier. Is he using the Condensed Energy Blade? Isn't that just a legend?"

Hearing that, Kathleen subconsciously took a step forward.

Alexander lowered his voice and replied, "To us, Condensed Energy Blade is just a legend. It is believed to have existed in ancient times, but the harsh learning conditions and the emergence of modern medicine caused it to gradually fade away with time. I had no idea I'd be seeing it today. Perhaps Mr. Larkin is really capable of treating Mr. Miles."

Initially, Kathleen still had doubts about Finnegan's capabilities, but after hearing Alexander's words, she started to have confidence in him.

Alisha gazed at Finnegan in surprise. So Grandpa didn't lie to me? Mr. Larkin is really a miracle doctor, huh?

Oliver felt a wave of anxiousness wash over him that his hands became slick with sweat.

Around ten minutes later, Finnegan moved his right hand. He then spread his palm out to reveal a small object covered with a sticky substance.

Alexander quickly asked, "Mr. Larkin, did you just use Fateful Eighteen Needles and Condensed Energy Blade to remove an object without having to conduct surgery?"

"You're quite smart." Finnegan gave a nod and handed the object to Alexander. "Oliver is

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subordinate. You should remember what he said earlier, right?"

Oliver regained his composure and gazed at the object nervously.

Alexander's expression grew grim as he got a cloth to wipe off the sticky substance.

Indeed, it was a shard of metal that had been heavily corroded and discolored over time.

Immediately, he declared, "Professor Fairlake, you are hereby dismissed from General Hospital with immediate effect. Furthermore, the Jazona Medical Association will be removing your name from their registry, so you will no longer be a doctor. Your refusal to consider others' views and your overwhelming sense of pride proved that you are unfit to practice medicine."

"Dr. Cooper, I was wrong. Please forgive me for this once. Young man, I apologize. Please ask. Dr. Cooper to not remove my name!" Oliver begged.

Finnegan's performance didn't escape everyone's eyes, so no one sympathized with him. Kathleen ordered the b*dyguards to come and drag him out so he wouldn't interfere with the following procedure that Finnegan was about to perform.

Alexander's admiration for Finnegan grew after witnessing him in action. "Mr. Larkin, how are you going to treat the laceration and infection?"

Kathleen was also brimming with respect for Finnegan. "Mr. Larkin, just tell me what I should do."

"Let Mr. Miles recover on his own."

What?

Alexander's jaw dropped open as he glanced at Gilbert's wound. "Mr. Larkin, I don't think this laceration can heal on its own, right?"

He thought Finnegan didn't want to continue the treatment. Kathleen pleaded, "Mr. Larkin, please continue treating Gilbert. We are willing to give you any amount of compensation you

want!"

Finnegan chuckled. "Mrs. Miles, I fear you have misinterpreted my words. What I meant to say is that I will be formulating a medication for him that will not only be effective in treating his infection but also help him to reduce his weight and facilitate the healing of his laceration. naturally. If I were to attempt to treat the wound by stitching it up, it would only be at temporary solution. Even if his condition were to stabilize through this action, there is still the risk of the wound reopening. That wouldn't solve the root of the problem."

Alexander was surprised. "Mr. Larkin, what medicine has the potential to produce such remarkable results?"

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"It's an ancient prescription," Finnegan replied curtly as he didn't want to provide a long explanation. He grabbed a pen and paper to write down a prescription before handing it to Kathleen. "Mrs. Miles, prepare these herbs, and I'll come over here tomorrow to formulate. the medicine. Mr. Miles will recover completely after taking the medicine for half a month!"

Kathleen accepted the prescription solemnly. "Thank you, Mr. Larkin. What about Gilbert

now?'

Finnegan swirled around and removed all the gold needles. Following that, Gilbert opened his eyes and reached up to pat his head with his right hand instinctively. "What happened to me just now?" Kathleen was overcome with emotion as she realized that Gilbert was able to move after regaining consciousness. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she exclaimed, "Gilbert, you can

move now?"

Alexander and the rest were surprised to discover that Gilbert was no longer paralyzed.

Gilbert belatedly realized he was able to move again and slowly sat up. "I can move now!" He quickly rose to his feet and thanked Finnegan profusely. "Thank you, Mr. Larkin."

"No problem, Mr. Miles," Finnegan replied, giving him a brief wave. "I'm going to teach. you a breathing exercise which you can do twice daily. This will help you get better faster when you take your medication."

Realization dawned on Alexander. "Ah, I understand now. That's why you said Mr. Miles must regain his senses before you can attend to his laceration."