A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 3 Fateful Eighteen Needles
What? The entire room was filled with shock as they were totally unprepared for Finnegan to ask Patrick to apologize by getting
on his knees. Realizing he wasn’t hearing things, Patrick went cold with fury. However, the thought of his daughter lying in bed
made him tamp down his emotions. “Young man, I apologize for my earlier actions. I can offer you ten million as long as you can
cure my daughter.” “Do you think money can solve everything?” Patrick didn’t say anything, but his intention was clear. With an
icy snort, Finnegan spun on his heels. “Use your money to find someone who can cure your daughter!” Shocked that Finnegan
wasn’t open to discussion, Jennifer, who was worried about her daughter, grabbed Patrick’s arm. “Darling!” Having witnessed
how capable Finnegan was, Jennifer was determined not to let go of any opportunity for Bernice to recover. Naturally, Patrick
had the same thought. Finnegan was about to leave, and eventually, Patrick’s love for his daughter won over his pride. “I’ll get on
my knees.” He was determined for Finnegan to pay the price if the latter failed to save Bernice. In the room, Finnegan finally saw
Bernice lying on her bed after his pride as a doctor had been restored. She was a true Sleeping Beauty, with a straight nose,
delicately arched eyebrows, and mesmerizing looks. No wonder she’s known as one of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough!
Trailing after him, Jennifer asked softly, “Young man, how are you going to treat her?” Finnegan’s nose twitched. He caught a
whiff of a faint fragrance in the air and immediately knew why Bernice had been unconscious. It was an incense with the name
“A Thousand Dreams,” which caused her to fall unconscious. The incense was harmless. In fact, it was beneficial for those
suffering from insomnia, as it could help them sleep. However, that incense had a major drawback. If used over a prolonged
period, it could cause the user to fall into a deep, prolonged slumber, with no one realizing why. Its effect could only be
neutralized with another incense by the name “The Awakening.” Once he decided on a treatment plan, he ordered, “Remove Ms.
Zimmerman’s clothes. I’m going to treat her using acupuncture.” What? Jennifer knew her daughter well and hesitated to obey
Finnegan’s orders. Yet, upon recalling how Finnegan had treated Alexander’s headache, she nodded in determination. “Sure. I’ll
do as you say.” If Bernice could regain consciousness, they wouldn’t mind Finnegan’s actions. But if she couldn’t regain
consciousness, they would definitely teach Finnegan a lesson. Walking to the bed, Jennifer stripped off Bernice’s clothes. The
young lady’s milky skin and her curvaceous b*dy were exposed to the air. That was the first time Finnegan had seen a woman’s
n*ked b*dy. Even though he was prepared, he couldn’t help but gulp silently, as Bernice was too attractive. When Jennifer
stepped back awkwardly, Finnegan did his best to keep his composure and walked over to the bed. He unzipped his case and
pulled out a selection of gleaming gold needles. After sanitizing the needles, he performed the Fateful Eighteen Needles
technique. This method was what made his mentor, Eternal Medicine God, famous. There were a total of eighty-one changes
that could be added to one another to increase the effectiveness of acupuncture. Finnegan had only managed to master a part of
it. Jennifer knew nothing about acupuncture, but it was clear to her how swift Finnegan was when he administered the needles.
She noticed his serious expression, which showed that he wasn’t affected by her daughter’s n*ked b*dy. This understanding put
her at ease. After administering the Fateful Eighteen Needles, Finnegan placed his palms on Bernice’s b*dy to give her a

ma*sage that could induce sweating. Slowly, his palms began glowing red. That sight stunned Jennifer to no end. A complicated
look appeared on her face when she realized her daughter had just been taken advantage of. Ten minutes later, Bernice’s skin
began to flush with a rosy hue as she started sweating. The fragrance in the air had become more intense. Twenty minutes later,
Bernice was drenched in sweat. Even her bedsheets were soaking wet. The room was filled with a soothing aroma, so sweet it
was almost hypnotic. Almost half an hour had pa*sed, and Bernice stopped sweating. Finnegan exhaled sharply and began
removing his gold needles. The moment the gold needles were removed, Bernice’s eyes snapped open. She immediately felt a
cooling sensation and discovered she was n*ked and that there was a man standing next to her. Before Jennifer could express
her delight, Bernice screamed and delivered a kick in Finnegan’s direction. “Scoundrel!” “She has sweated buckets. Feed her
some water. I’m going to head out.” Bernice had pretty feet, but Finnegan didn’t like getting kicked. Besides, Bernice’s
movements were too violent. He was at risk of having a nosebleed if he were to stay. Bernice felt her cheeks grow hot with
embarra*sment as she angrily turned to her mother. “Did you really just sit there and let someone take advantage of me?” “Of
course not. That young man came to treat you. You’ve been unconscious for over a month!” Jennifer burst into happy tears as
she proceeded to explain everything to Bernice. After listening to her mother, Bernice felt her anger fading away. Nevertheless,
she couldn’t help but feel shy as a man had seen her completely n*ked. “Where did you find him? What is his name?” Jennifer
racked her brains and recalled the housekeeper announcing Finnegan’s arrival earlier. “He showed up here himself. If I
remember correctly, his name is Finnegan Larkin.” “Finnegan Larkin? Did you say he’s Finnegan Larkin?” Patrick and Alexander
had been waiting outside, so they naturally heard Bernice’s voice. “Thank you, Mr. Larkin.” Patrick was no longer upset at having
to get on his knees to apologize to Finnegan. In fact, he was relieved that he had caved in. Otherwise, Bernice wouldn’t be alive
and well. He retrieved the ten million check he had prepared in advance and offered it to Finnegan. Finnegan had decided to
save Bernice as she was kind and not the ingrate he had thought she was. Instead of accepting the check, he said, “I don’t need
the money. I’m giving you two prescriptions—one for Ms. Zimmerman and the other is a list of ingredients that you must
purchase. Once you have acquired them, come back to me.” Patrick was surprised to learn that Finnegan didn’t want money. As
he now a*sumed Finnegan was a man of noble character, he nodded in agreement and said nothing else. After writing out the
prescriptions, Finnegan handed them to Patrick and made to leave. Alexander quickly called out, “Mr. Larkin, I apologize for
looking down on you earlier. Can you tell me what happened to Ms. Zimmerman?” Patrick was pretty curious, too. After all, he
had sought help from many doctors but to no avail. Finnegan explained briefly about A Thousand Dreams to prevent a similar
incident from occurring in the future. Comprehension dawned on Alexander. “Oh, I see. No wonder her blood report didn’t show
any signs of poisoning.” After a pause, he asked, “Mr. Larkin, are you interested in working at General Hospital? I can make the
necessary arrangements.” It was clear to him that this wasn’t Finnegan’s limit, so he thought about asking Finnegan to work at
General Hospital. Finnegan strode out of the house. “No, not interested. Mr. Zimmerman, I presume delivery will be made when
the items are ready. My address is written on the prescription.” After he left, Bernice ran out, having put on some clothes. “Dad,
where is Finnegan?” Taking in her daughter’s anxious look, Patrick recalled how she had chided Finnegan for being a scoundrel

earlier, so he quickly explained, “I don’t know what happened inside, but he was just trying to treat you. You should stop blaming
him.” Bernice flashed a bitter smile. “Dad, it isn’t about that.” “Then why do you want to see him?” “His name is Finnegan Larkin.
He might be the person who saved me five years ago. He’s back.”