A Healer’s Journey

Meanwhile, at Romona’s residence in Jadeborough, the four Quickwood family guards pleaded anxiously, “Mr. Larkin, you must
save Ms. Quickwood!”
Finnegan carried Romona upstairs. “She’ll be fine. Just make sure no one disturbs me.”
Upon arriving in Romona’s room. Finnegan pulled over a white sheet, spread it on the bed, and then gently laid Romona down.
“The situation is unique. My apologies if I’ve offended you!” Finnegan pulled open the bedside drawer and found a pair of
scissors. He began to cut open Romona’s clothes from the collar, then cut her pants from the waist to prevent the dried blood
from sticking to her body.
Additionally, she had quite a few fragments from the explosion in her body, all of which needed to be removed.
Romona was still somewhat conscious, but she couldn’t speak.
The only choice was to close her eyes and let Finnegan take control.
Soon, all of Romona’s clothes were removed, revealing her blood-stained body. It looked as if a perfect piece of art had been
damaged.
There was no hint of mischief in Finnegan’s eyes. He swiftly took out eighteen golden needles and applied. them, first aiding
Romona in stopping the bleeding and conveniently blocking her pain receptors.
Having completed this step, Finnegan placed his hand on the piece of wood embedded in her left chest and swiftly pulled it out.
Blood gushed out, then quickly stopped.
Tossing the chunk of wood to the ground, Finnegan cleared the remaining splinters from the wound. He then proceeded to clean
up all the other fragments from the explosion, amounting to over thirty places in total.
At this moment, Romona’s consciousness began to blur, feeling drowsy.
Finnegan furrowed his brows. “It seems we have no other choice!”
He opened his right hand, placing his palm on Romona’s chest. As he circulated the positive energy from his elixir field, he
transferred it entirely into Romona’s body.

Due to Romona’s severe injuries, not only was there a fatal wound in her chest and dozens of other injuries, but her internal
organs were also severely damaged and ruptured.
Therefore, aside from using positive energy, other treatment methods would have minimal effect or might even have no effect at
all.
As the vibrant vitality of the positive energy flowed into Romona’s body, her internal organs began to heal. The dozens of wounds
on her body were also visibly recovering at a remarkable speed. –
Just as Romona was about to succumb to drowsiness, she suddenly felt a surge of energy. A hint of color returned to her eyes,
and her pale complexion gradually began to flush could say that apart from a slight feeling of weakness due to excessive blood
loss, Romona had fully recovered.
After transferring all his positive energy into her body, Finnegan began to feel a wave of dizziness washing over him.
Staggering unsteadily, he fell headlong onto Romona, his face buried in her chest.
Romona’s eyes widened in shock, still wondering how Finnegan managed to treat her.
In the next moment, she let out a scream, desperately pushing Finnegan away. “You jerk! I’m not your mother. What are you
doing?”
Finnegan straightened up and took a few steps back, nearly falling to the ground.
Romona swiftly sat up, pulling the blanket over her body.
Blushing, she roared, “You jerk! Did you do this on purpose?”
Finnegan shook his head, feeling a bit dazed. What’s going on? Why did I just feel dizzy, cold all over, and physically weak?
Could it be related to the depletion of positive energy?
Reflecting on that, Finnegan looked inward at his elixir field, only to discover that as the positive energy was depleted, the
negative energy began to stir restlessly, showing signs of spiraling out of control and spreading throughout his entire body.
A silent alarm rang in his heart. Indeed, it seems that after absorbing the negative and positive energies, I must maintain
balance. Otherwise, I will suffer a backlash. How can I restore positive energy?

Seeing that Finnegan remained silent, Romona was so annoyed that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You jerk! Speak
up! Did you do that on purpose just now?”
Catching the pillow, Finnegan exhaled to ease his discomfort. “Ma’am, I was also injured by the blast wave. Now, I’ve used up
my vital energy to heal you. Isn’t it normal for me to feel a bit weak?”
Seeing that Finnegan’s face was a bit pale, Romona half-believed him. “Are you sure you didn’t do it on purpose?”
“I swear I didn’t do that on purpose...”
Upon hearing that, Romona finally believed him.
Reflecting on what had just happened, she felt incredibly shy. “So, how are you feeling now? And how did I recover so quickly?”
Finnegan pressed his temples to refresh himself. “During the explosion, I used my vital energy to protect myself. I was only
slightly injured. It’s not a big deal. As for how you recovered so quickly, you wouldn’t understand even if I explained the medical
aspects. You should go freshen up first!”
With that, Finnegan opened the door and left to avoid Romona’s further questioning.
Romona bit her lip. “You jerk! You’ve seen my pole dance, you’ve seen my body, and now you’ve used your treating her.
Seeing him come downstairs, Nathan, who had just arrived, quickly asked, “Finnegan, how is Romona doing?”
Finnegan said, “She’s fine. She’ll be down in a bit.”
Upon hearing that, Nathan widened his eyes and looked at the four Quickwood family guards. Didn’t they say the heart might
have been injured? At least twenty wounds all over the body? Could the heart and lungs have possibly been damaged by the
shock?
The four Quickwood family guards were also stunned at this moment. “Mr. Larkin, you’re not joking, are you?”
Finnegan said coldly, “Do you really think I’m in the mood for jokes right now?”
Upon confirming that Finnegan was not joking, the four Quickwood family guards breathed a sigh of relief.
Nathan let out a sigh of relief. “As long as she’s okay!”

He paused, looking at the gloomy-faced Finnegan. “But what are you planning to do next? This assassin is a bit tricky to deal
with!”
Three consecutive days saw three attacks, each one more sinister and malicious than the last.
With an indifferent expression, Finnegan walked toward the outside, declaring, “I will make his life a living hell!”
He then left with the Doom Star and Duncan.
Nathan didn’t stop him.
He simply sighed softly after Finnegan left. “Stephen, mobilize a group of people to protect those around Finnegan until we find
the killer. Also, warn the Miles and Haimowitz families to be careful. This killer is clearly unscrupulous in order to complete his
mission.”
Stephen asked, “Grandpa, it should be enough to protect Finnegan’s family and friends, right? The Miles family and the
Haimowitz family shouldn’t be implicated, should they?”
Shaking his head, Nathan said, “He was able to frame the Sable family when he sniped Finnegan, and during the second
attempt, he shot at innocent housekeepers and set up bombs to escape. Today, he disregarded the possibility that the explosion
could harm innocent people. This shows that he can use any means and harm anyone to accomplish his mission. It’s better for
the Miles family and the others to be careful!”
Stephen felt a slight tremor in his heart, and then it dawned on him. “I understand now.”
A while later, Romona, having freshened up and changed into a clean set of clothes, arrived downstairs.
Upon seeing that she was completely unharmed, the four Quickwood family guards couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mr. Larkin is truly
a miracle doctor!”
At that time, they were certain that Romona was undoubtedly going to die.
Romona looked around and asked, “Where is Finnegan?”
Nathan asked, “Are you leaving? Are you really okay now? How did Finnegan treat you?”
Speaking of the treatment, Romona’s ears turned red with embarrassment. She hesitated before saying, “I was unconscious at
the time. By the time I woke up, he had already left the room. I didn’t get a chance to ask.”

Nathan noticed that Romona was clearly hiding something, and his gaze inevitably became more mysterious.
However, he didn’t point it out. “You’re not allowed to be so reckless and take risks like that in the future. Understand?”
“Understood, Grandpa!”