The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 416

“What's wrong, Grandpa?”

Early the next morning, Emory's panicked voice echoed within General Hospital's special care ward. “Quickly, call the doctor!”

The doctors, about to end their shift, came running, accompanied by a nurse.

“What happened?”

Pointing at Devin, Emory yelled at them, “Are you blind? Can't you see for yourself? Hurry up and check what's wrong with my grandfather!”

The two doctors didn't dare to get angry.

Instead, they hastily stepped closer to Devin to inspect him.

Upon examination, it was discovered that the urine in the catheter connected to Devin was not the usual yellow color but was instead mixed with bright red blood.

“How could this have happened?”

When Devin was admitted the night before, they had examined him, so logically, such a situation shouldn't have occurred.

In a fit of anger, Emory shouted, “You're the professionals! How would I know when you don't? Quickly think of a solution!”

Faced with Emory's fury, the two doctors hastily sprang into action.

After they busied for half an hour, Devin slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand. “Help me up.”

Emory hurried forward. “How are you feeling, Grandpa?”

With an oxygen mask on, Devin glanced down at the urine in the catheter bag.

His pupils slightly contracted at the sight. “Could it actually be true?”

Emory hadn't grasped the situation yet. “What do you mean, Grandpa?”

“Do you remember what Finnegan said yesterday?”

He said Grandpa would start to urinate blood the next day and be bedridden three days later. After a week, his kidneys would begin to deteriorate, and by the tenth day, death was inevitable! The tomorrow he mentioned is today, and Grandpa really did urinate blood!

Thinking back, Emory said, “It might just be a coincidence, Grandpa, he's not a fortune teller!”

Devin, already ninety-eight years old, coughed lightly and said, “If he could cure Soren and even earn such high praise from Alexander, he must certainly be skilled. As we discussed yesterday, call your sister and make sure to invite him over.”

He paused, coughed a few times, and said, “There's also the Long Life Pill. If he has it, we must get it!”

“All right, I'll contact Abby right away.”

Emory still harbored some doubts about Finnegan's abilities.

However, he dared not defy Devin's instructions. After all, Devin still held the reins in the Gallagher family and had yet to draft a will.

Therefore, he had to behave well and obey Devin's orders dutifully in his presence.

Just after nine o'clock, Finnegan sat behind the reception desk at the Jerome Medical Clinic, examining and treating patients with his usual efficiency.

By the time Jerome and Kenneth finished examining one patient, he had already seen three and even completed their treatments.

Fortunately, Jerome and Kenneth had already grown accustomed to his speed, so they didn't beat themselves up too much.

However, just as the number of patients at Jerome Medical Clinic continually increased, a sudden commotion erupted outside. “Make way, make way!”

A group of bodyguards dressed in black walked in, roughly cutting the line of patients waiting for their turn for a consultation.

Finnegan furrowed his brow and looked up.

He saw Emory walking toward him, accompanied by a tall woman. She exuded an icy elegance, but her demeanor was unmistakably haughty.

“Why is it you again? Hurry up and get out!”

Immediately, an idea formed in Finnegan's mind.

He waved his hand dismissively. “So you're the rumored tycoon of Loang, the Gallagher family. But what does that have to do with me? Please leave!”

Both Emory and Abigial were taken aback for a moment.

They hadn't expected Finnegan to remain so stubborn despite everything they had said.

Exchanging a glance with Emory, Abigial stepped forward and said, “It seems you're just as Emory describes, skilled at pretending. However, there's no need to keep up the act in front of me. Come with us to meet with my grandfather. Regardless of whether you succeed or not, as long as you give us the Long Life Pill, you'll gain wealth and power. My family will also become your backer!”

Finnegan's gaze traveled up and down Abigial, appreciating her good looks and figure.

Noticing Finnegan's gaze, Abigial sternly warned, “Watch your eyes!”

Finnegan chuckled lightly, retracting his gaze. “My abilities are limited, so I urge you all to leave promptly. Please do not disturb me while I'm in the middle of treating my patient.”

“Really?” Abigial scoffed disdainfully, pulling out her checkbook. With a few swift strokes of her pen, she wrote a check and placed it in front of Finnegan. “Here's two hundred million. That should be enough for you to come with us, right?”

The ostentatious display of wealth left the patients present in the room astounded.

Some even said they would've agreed earlier on if it were up to them.

However, Finnegan didn't even spare a glance at the check as he beckoned a patient over. “Come on over. It's all right.”

The patient hesitated before walking over and sat down. Finnegan immediately began his examination. “Your stomachache was caused by the spicy food you ate last night. A session of acupuncture and some medication should clear it right up.”

As Finnegan spoke, he pulled out a golden needle and pricked the patient's stomach. The patient, whose face twisted in pain, exclaimed joyfully, “As expected of you, Dr. Larkin. I'm all better now.”

Upon seeing that, the ignored Abigial swiftly wrote another check and slapped it on the table. “Here is five hundred million for meeting with my grandfather and the Long Life Pill!”

Emory had long since grown impatient. “Hey, brat, are you listening?”

After writing a prescription, Finnegan handed it to the patient and then turned to the siblings, saying, “I'm not going!”