A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Heartless

In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday, the day of Bruce's seventieth birthday banquet.

Early in the morning, Bernice had called to inform Finnegan that Bruce's birthday banquet would be held at Grand View Hotel in the evening. She asked him to meet her in the afternoon so they could go together.

After ending the call, Finnegan took out a small box and opened it. Inside was a pill with a strong aroma, albeit not the most aesthetically pleasing. "With this pill as a birthday gift, I reckon Old Mr. Zimmerman won't object to me and Bernie being together, right?"

Over the past few days, apart from treating Desmond's paralysis and making time to tend to Lindsey's condition, Finnegan had been collecting ingredients to prepare that medicinal pill as a birthday gift for Bruce,

After all, since he wanted to date Bruce's granddaughter, he needed Bruce's approval.

Although Finnegan himself wasn't overly concerned, he still had to consider Bernice's feelings.

With that medicinal pill, Finnegan was confident Bruce would be more than happy for him to be together with Bernice.

He put away the pill and was about to head downstairs when his phone rang again.

He a*sumed it was Bernice calling with something more to say but was surprised to see Alexander calling him.

"Mr. Larkin, are you free today?"

Finnegan asked, "I'm free in the morning. What's the matter?"

Alexander chirped, "Mr. Larkin, I've prepared an office for you. Do you have time to check it out today? It won't take long!"

Finnegan swatted his head and recalled his promise to Alexander about becoming a special consultant at General Hospital. Now that Alexander was calling him, it likely meant there was a challenging case at the hospital.

"All right. I'll go over soon."

"I shall look forward to your arrival, then, Mr. Larkin!"

After ending the call, Finnegan left the room and went downstairs.

At that moment, Desmond and Quiana were the only ones having their breakfast in the dining room.

"Good morning!" Finnegan walked over, took a seat, and served himself some oatmeal.

Quiana hesitated to speak. "Finny, can I discuss something with you?"

"Just speak your mind, Mom."

Looking uneasy, Quiana said, "It's about Max. Last night, your Aunt Melinda called, telling me Max's leukemia is worsening, and staying in the ICU ward is costing them nearly ten thousand a day. If you're able to treat him, can you "

Finnegan put down his bowl of oatmeal and got to his feet. "Mom, if that is what you have in mind, you can drop it. When our family was caught in a tight spot and Uncle Adrian and his family avoided us like a bunch of ingrates, I no longer considered them relatives. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I have plans in the evening, too, so I won't be back for dinner!"

Not wanting to witness Quiana shedding tears before him, Finnegan finished his sentence and left without finishing his breakfast.

Quiana's eyes reddened. "He's heartless. Max is his biological uncle's son, his cousin!"

"I understand Finny's feelings. You shouldn't make things difficult for him anymore."

Quiana snapped, "Don't give me that cr*p! Why did you persuade me to be more considerate and kind when it came to matters related to Raymond, then? You even told Finny to let the past grudges slide. So, your elder brother is our family, but my younger brother isn't?"

Desmond's face instantly flushed crimson with rage. "You're being unreasonable!"

"Has there been any news from the Chomsky family?" On the way to General Hospital, Finnegan ma*saged his temples.

The sight of tears brimming in Quiana's eyes when he left the house earlier caused him to feel a little frustrated.

Alisha glanced at him and replied, "Tristan is no longer accompanying his son in the hospital all the time like before now. He would just visit him a few hours a day and spend the rest of his time at the office. They haven't taken any action so far. However, at times like this, you need to be more vigilant. This is likely the calm before the storm."

Finnegan shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "No matter what they plan, once fifteen days are up, the downfall of the Chomsky family is inevitable."

Alisha nodded. Then, she changed the topic of conversation, asking, "You don't seem to be in

a good mood today. May I know what's wrong?"

"It's none of your business!"

His insensitive response prompted Alisha to roll her eyes. "You're such a stupid, dense guy."

Upon reaching General Hospital, Finnegan got out of the car alone and entered the hospital. He called Alexander, notifying him of his arrival.

Alexander was beyond excited. After sharing the location of the office with Finnegan, he hurried over too.

"Mr. Larkin, this is the office I've set up for you. How do you replace it?"

When Finnegan reached the office, Alexander, accompanied by a young male doctor in his twenties, also arrived.

The corner of Finnegan's I*ps twitched as he gazed at the so-called office. "Dr. Cooper, are you sure this is my office and not yours?"

Most of the consultation rooms were only ten to twenty square meters, but the office Alexander had prepared for him was sixty to seventy square meters.

Aside from the normal consultation area, there was also an attached treatment room and lounge.

The entire space was also beautifully decorated.

Alexander chuckled. "Mr. Larkin, you're the miraculous doctor Mr. Miles and Dr. Magnussen praised highly. In my opinion, this room is still too modest for you." He paused briefly before speaking to the young man behind him. "Maurice, come here and greet Mr. Larkin."

The fair and gentle-looking Maurice Cooper walked over. A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes as he greeted, "Hello, Mr. Larkin."

Alexander introduced, "Mr. Larkin, this is one of the doctors from General Hospital, Dr. Maurice Cooper. He's currently a medical intern. He'll be a*sisting you when you visit the hospital as a consultant in the future. Feel free to a*sign him any tasks."

Finnegan looked at Maurice, who seemed a little embarra*sed, then glanced at Alexander. "Dr. Cooper, are you using your position to favor your grandson?"

Alexander's expression changed slightly. "Mr. Larkin, you know he's my grandson?"

Maurice was indeed his grandson.

However, to avoid gossip, only a few higher-ups in the hospital knew about their relationship.

Alexander had also requested Maurice never to reveal their connection to others.

Finnegan strode into the office. "Family members often share resemblances. It's easy to spot if you pay attention."

"Mr. Larkin, you're adept at physiognomy too?"

"I only know the basics. Let's discuss why I'm here instead."

Suppressing his astonishment, Alexander cut to the chase. "The thing is, a patient with late-stage lymphoma was transferred here from Durbaine last week. His family members hoped our hospital would try our best to extend the patient's lifespan by another fifteen days so he could celebrate his eightieth birthday. However, even Dr. Magnussen is at his wit's end, so I invited you over to examine this case." Finnegan asked curiously, "Durbaine's healthcare system is more advanced than Jadeborough. Isn't it a waste of effort to transfer him to Jadeborough?"

"This old man is from Jadeborough and wishes to spend his final days in his hometown. His eightieth birthday banquet will take place in approximately two more weeks, so his family hopes he can hold out until then."

Finnegan nodded. "People from the older generations tend to have the idea of spending their final days in their hometown. I can understand. Still, to be able to make you invite me over in person, I figure this old man is no ordinary man?"

With Alexander's status, he wouldn't have had to do something like that.

Alexander responded, "It's Soren Caulder, the ex-chancellor of Durbaine University. He's a nationally recognized academician.”

William Caulder, seems

Finnegan narrowed his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, his youngest son, to be the director of the Department of Education in Jadeborough, right?"

"That's right."

"Bring me to them, then."