The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 86

Following the treatment, Jeremy finally opened his eyes after being trapped in a coma for days.

Based on the monitoring instrument connected to his body, his heartbeat and breathing had returned to normal.

However, he was still unable to speak as he could not seem to open his mouth.

“Is Old Mr. Samson still not recovered?” inquired Humphrey.

Finnegan glanced at him before withdrawing all the golden needles back to his palm. “This is the best I can do for Old Mr. Samson. His deteriorated nervous system is still recovering, so it'll take around three days before his ability to speak and walk returns.”

Upon hearing that, Humphrey sighed in relief.

As Jeremy had woken up, Finnegan found no reason to stick around. “Where's Logan, Old Mr. Suisse?”

“I saw him in the neighboring room earlier.”

“Okay. You keep an eye on Old Mr. Samson while I ask Logan for a drink.”

After watching Finnegan leave, Humphrey approached the bed. “How are you feeling, Old Mr. Samson?”

As Jeremy still couldn't speak, he blinked in response. Then, he blinked a few more times.

Humphrey was puzzled for a moment before he understood Jeremy's intent. “That youngster from earlier is Dr. Aiello's disciple, the Mischievous Doctor, Finnegan Larkin. It turns out he's also a resident of Jadeborough, so we transferred you here and asked him for help. Glad it wasn't for nothing.”

Jeremy's eyes glinted with excitement.

Again, due to his inability to form any words, he could only convey his emotions through his eye movement.

Unfortunately for him, Humphrey couldn't understand him completely. A resigned, bitter smile surfaced on Humphrey's countenance. “It'll be a few days before you can chat and move again. If you want to meet him, you'll have to wait until then.”

Jeremy calmed down and slowly closed his eyes.

The sky turned cloudy as the day neared evening.

Finnegan and Logan exited the building. The former was beaming while the latter appeared miserable.

Stephen and Jace, who were still around, were going to greet them when they noticed Logan's cheek seemed swollen.

Staring at Logan, Jace asked, “What's wrong with your face?”

The edges of Logan's lips twitched before he replied in a stiff tone. “I hit the wall by accident when I wasn't paying attention earlier. It's nothing serious.” Then, he turned to Stephen, inquiring, “Are there any specialties in Jadeborough? I'm aiming to have a drink with Dr. Larkin.”

He waved the two bottles of wine in his hands. Both were aged wines he had kept in his collection for fifty years.

“How about the roasted suckling pig of Nuthana?” suggested Stephen. “There's a farmstead not too far from here. I think it's a twenty-minute trip there in a car. What do you think, Dr. Larkin?”

Finnegan answered, “I'm not picky with food. Let's do it.”

Without delay, Stephen called someone to arrange for the trip. “Can Jace and I join you, Dr. Larkin?”

Finnegan nodded. “Of course. If you're ordering a roasted suckling pig, there's no way Logan and I can finish it on our own.”

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Logan's shoulder and marched forward. “Have you been only focusing on enjoying life for the past two years? I feel like you aren't doing great.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Logan argued, “Isn't it enough that I achieved Absolute Rank in Terra Realm, Dr. Larkin? It's you who have become so powerful that you barely resemble a normal human. You don't even need to concern yourself with honor anymore!”

Finnegan laughed. “There's nothing I can do. After all, I'm primarily still a doctor, though my medical skills aren't as simple as saving someone. You can't blame me!”

Even though there was a twenty-year age gap between them, they acted like peers.

Bam!

Without warning, Forrest Goldberg suddenly kicked Tristan to the ground. “If you hadn't provoked Finnegan, they wouldn't have been harmed! This is your fault!”

Clarabelle Goldberg sneered, “While Finnegan appears to be the culprit, he didn't injure our juniors for no reason. The death and impairment of my juniors are the result of the Chomsky family p*ssing off the wrong person! Don't even think about weaseling out of this.”

As Tristan pressed his hand on his abdomen, he turned to Oscar. He didn't expect the latter's seniors to have such an unreasonable line of logic.

Smiling, Oscar clarified, “Don't trouble Mr. Chomsky any further. He didn't intend for this to happen. Besides, I took his money, so I had to complete his request. It's just unfortunate that I wasn't powerful enough when I encountered Finnegan.”

Tristan stood with difficulty. “Mr. Goldberg is right. This is all because of Finnegan.”

Despite that, the other four still gazed at Tristan coldly.

Fearing for his life, Tristan swiftly added, “Of course, I'm not denying the fact that Mr. Goldberg is crippled and Caesar is dead because they were working for me. As such, I'm willing to provide compensation on top of the payment for your service. How does three hundred million sound?”

Initially, he only planned to fork over two hundred million. Sadly, he had no choice but to raise the amount now.

Clarabelle spat coldly, “Three hundred million is only enough compensation for my two juniors.”

Upon hearing that, Tristan gritted his teeth and offered, “Five hundred million, then?”

A faint grin settled on Eleazar's face. “Glad to see you're a smart guy. Now, track down Finnegan as soon as you can. Once we're done with him, we need to leave overnight. I heard the general of Regulus Pavilion is currently in Jadeborough. We'd like to avoid him if we can.”

He and his three peers were infamous villains, so they had to avoid being detected.

Tristan could tell all they wanted was money, but there was nothing else he could do. “I'll ask my people to search for him. Although, please stick around before you kill him. Mr. Goldberg and my son still need treatment.”

“You don't need to tell us that. Investigate his whereabouts now!”