A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 66 Asking Too Little
was a crowd outside the doors of the ICU,
The Alexander and Finnegan arrived, the crowd greeted Alexander respectfully, “Dr.
Finnegan looked around casually and noticed that the room was filled with importarit figures from Jadeborough, as well as
experts and professors from other fields. Judging by their age, about half of them were Soren’s students.
Soren indeed had many students over his lifetime as a professor.
After responding politely to the crowd, Alexander turned to a man in his forties, who looked like a scholar, and said, “Caulder, this
is Finnegan Larkin. He’s the one who recently helped Mr. Miles and even treated Dr. Magnussen’s granddaughter. I’ve invited
him over.”
Everyone turned to look at Finnegan with a frown.
William even had a skeptical look in his
eyes.
If it weren’t for Jerome and Alexander’s recommendation, he might have thought that it was just a joke.
How could someone so young be skilled in medicine?
William’s politeness masked his doubt. “Mr. Larkin, did you really treat both Mr. Miles and Yuliana?”
Finnegan replied calmly, “Indeed.”
Setting aside his skepticism, William continued, “My father is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. Darius Hicks diagnosed him in
Durbaine and said he only had a couple of weeks more to live. Now it’s down to four or five days. Can you help extend that by
another two weeks?”
He was well aware of his father’s condition. He wasn’t expecting a miraculous recovery and was just hoping for a bit more time to
get the old man past eighty years old.
Finnegan walked up to the glass wall of the ICU ward where Jerome, in a sterile outfit, was giving acupuncture to a frail old man.

Finnegan raised his hand and knocked on the glass before William could stop him.
Hearing the sound, Jerome looked up and beamed as he rushed to the glass and spoke into the intercom. “Master, you’re finally
here!”
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What are you waiting for? Let my muster in to check on Old Mrs Caulder
raised hand that was about to stop Finnegan froze in mid-air. He looked
hers were surprised as well.
After all, Jerome Magnussen was one of Loang’s top ten miracle doctors.
Yet he had actually addressed Finnegan as his master.
Could this be real?
Upon regaining his senses, William asked, “Mr. Magnussen, what did you just call Mr. Larkin?”
Jerome replied, “His medical skills are better than mine, but he won’t take me as his disciple. So, I treat him with respect like a
teacher of mine.”
Everyone heard his words clearly. They all turned their intrigued gazes to Finnegan.
Finnegan, as composed as ever, said, “Mr. Magnussen, tell me about Old Mr. Caulder’s
condition.”
Jerome quickly summarized, “Old Mr. Caulder is dealing with late-stage lymphoma. It has spread to his armpits, back, and
organs. His neck area is most critically affected, and it’s affecting his breathing. He’s relying on a tracheostomy tube to breathe at
the moment. Once we remove the tube, Old Mr. Caulder will pass away almost immediately. While surgery could potentially
extend his life, he’s immune to anesthesia. It’s impossible to sedate him.”
Just a while ago, Finnegan had been curious as to how someone like Soren, who underwent medical check-ups twice a year,
could end up in such a critical state.

However, he now understood. Soren possessed a rare neuro-immune constitution, which meant that anesthesia was ineffective
on him. With this condition, he couldn’t undergo any surgery, as the pain would be excruciating.
At this point, any doubt William had about Finnegan had evaporated. His words were now laced with respect. “Mr. Larkin, in this
situation, could you help my father survive for a bit longer?”
“Mr. Caulder, you’re asking too little,” Finnegan responded, having made up his mind. “Make the arrangements for me. I’ll
operate on Old Mr. Caulder myself. Barring unforeseen complications, keeping Old Mr. Caulder alive for another decade won’t be
difficult.”
Everyone fell silent.
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lian had thought, his father could only last a couple of weeks at most. He struggled to tain his excitement, and in disbelief, he
asked, “Mr. Larkin, can my father truly be saved?
Finnegan threw the question back at him. “Don’t you want your father to recover? Or do you nor trust ine!
No, no, no. I’ll get everything arranged for you.” Snapping back to reality, William quashed his doubts and turned to Alexander.
“Dr. Cooper, could you please make the arrangements
father?” för Mr. Larkin to treat
my
After all, without Finnegan’s intervention, his father would only live for a few more days at most. He thought they might as well try
a last-ditch effort.
Alexander promptly made the arrangements. Then, he asked Maurice to lead Finnegan to change into sterile clothing before
entering the ICU ward.
Alexander also called his assistant over and instructed, “Get everyone who’s a deputy chief or higher in their departments here if
they’re not swamped. Also, give a heads-up to those on break. If they could make it, that would be perfect. We’ve got a great
chance to boost the entire hospital’s standard right now!”

Following Alexander’s orders, all the qualified doctors began to come over. Those without critically ill patients left instructions for
others and rushed to Soren’s ICU ward.
“What’s going on? Why are the chief doctors being replaced by regular doctors? What are they doing?”
“I heard a miracle doctor is here for a late-stage lymphoma patient. Everyone’s going to observe and learn from him.”
“How’s that even possible? Cancer is tough to treat even in its early stages, let alone late- stage.”
In the midst of the crowd’s discussion, Melinda, who had been coming to the hospital every day, nudged Adrian. “Did you hear
that? The hospital’s got a miracle doctor. Maybe he can cure Max’s leukemia.”
Adrian’s excitement was palpable on his face. “Yeah! After this, I’ll talk to a doctor and see if we can get the miracle doctor to
treat Max.”
At the same time, Tristan, who had come to the hospital to see Killian, caught wind of the news as well.
He stopped a chief doctor whom he was familiar with and asked, “Dr. Walsh, is the rumor going around the hospital true?”
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The doctor in his fifties nodded, “It’s true. Dr. Cooper sent a notice to all deputy chief doctors and above to go and observe. Word
is, this miracle doctor is even better than Dr. Magnussen I’m going over there now.”
Tristan’s eyes gleamed with hope. “There’s finally hope for Killi.” Suddenly, he thought of Finnegan and clenched his fists.
“Tomorrow is the day you’ll die, brat. I’m feeling extra happy today!
At that moment, Finnegan had no idea of the attention Alexander’s arrangements had brought his way.
Once he was dressed in sterile clothing, he entered the ICU ward and approached the bed. Jerome asked, “Master, even if
surgery were possible, it would only prolong Old Mr. Caulder’s life by a few months. How do you intend to completely cure him?”
Finnegan focused his spiritual energy into his eyes and gazed at Soren’s body. He could see a network of lymph nodes just
beneath the skin. The spread of infection in the organs was also

visible.
Taking a deep breath, Finnegan withdrew his gaze. “Disinfect his upper body, then massage with medical alcohol. Inducing a
fever should suffice.”
Jerome didn’t question him and immediately ordered Maurice, “Follow Master’s instructions! Hurry up!”
As a medical intern, it didn’t sit well with Maurice to be ordered around like a nurse. However, he had no choice. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later, Maurice completed what he was told to do.
Finnegan stepped forward, producing more than a dozen thin golden needles that he administered with a precise flick of his
fingers.
Both Jerome and Alexander, who were observing from outside, exclaimed almost simultaneously, “Soul Revival Needles!”