The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 82

After checking Jeremy's pulse, Finnegan immediately had a clear idea of the man's situation.

“Old Mr. Samson is really up in years.”

“What do you mean by that, Dr. Larkin?” Reynard asked.

“Old Mr. Samson is over ninety years old, which puts him at the final stage of one's natural life. On top of that, he sustained countless injuries when he was young, so it's no surprise that his body is falling apart. Simply put, it's time for Old Mr. Samson to rest his weary soul.”

Reynard's expression instantly turned grim. “Does that mean we're out of options, Dr. Larkin?”

“If one is already on their last legs, I'm afraid there's no way to reverse that,” Humphrey replied solemnly. As it turned out, he had reached the same conclusion, but since the person in question was Jeremy, he didn't dare to be as straightforward as Finnegan.

After pondering for a while, Finnegan uttered, “His condition is similar to Howard and Winston, whom I had managed to treat previously, but the difference is that Old Mr. Samson is a lot older than them. The methods I used on those two won't be effective on him. Unless...”

“Unless what?” Reynard piped up.

“Unless we treat his old injuries and combine the use of a Long Life Pill and Fateful Eighteen Needles on him. That might extend his life by five or six years.”

“You can do all of that, can't you, Dr. Larkin? I recall you can concoct the Long Life Pill,” Reynard blurted out.

Upon hearing that, Humphrey widened his eyes. “Are you saying Dr. Larkin has the complete formula for the Long Life Pill?”

Reynard froze as a blush of shame crept up his face. “Dr. Larkin, I...”

To his relief, Finnegan shrugged it off with a wave of the hand. “It's okay. We can trust Old Mr. Suisse. He won't leak a word even if he knows I have the complete formula for the Long Life Pill. However, given Old Mr. Samson's current condition, I'm afraid I can only prolong his life by a year... That's because it's necessary to combine a complete Fateful Eighteen Needles with a Long Life Pill to achieve the goal of life extension!”

Unfortunately, Finnegan had only mastered fifty-four of the eighty-one variations of Fateful Eighteen Needles.

Reynard chuckled bitterly. “Ah, I see... Well, I guess one year is better than nothing!”

“Don't worry,” Finnegan said smilingly as he patted Reynard's shoulder. “I'll administer acupuncture on Old Mr. Samson first. Subsequently, I'll prescribe a Long Life Pill to stabilize his condition and medication to heal his old injuries. If you track down my mentor within the year and have him impart the remaining twenty-seven variations to me, there will be a chance for Old Mr. Samson!”

By then, Reynard's face was etched with pain. “Dr. Aiello's whereabouts are wildly unpredictable, though. He appeared once in Durbaine three years ago, but from then on, we've had no news of him. How on earth do we track him down?”

“Alas, that's your problem to solve. I can't find that old fogey either,” Finnegan replied with a shrug.

Not wanting to waste more time, he unbuttoned Jeremy's shirt and began administering acupuncture.

As the treatment progressed, Jeremy's complexion significantly improved. Even though he was still in a coma, his vital signs on the monitor began to climb gradually.

Needless to say, Humphrey was utterly amazed. However, worried that he might disturb Finnegan, he kept his excitement to himself and watched on in silence.

In addition, he was so fearful of missing out on Finnegan's acupuncture process that he hardly blinked.

After all, he could tell that Finnegan was administering Fateful Eighteen Needles, and the variations were ever-changing.

More importantly, the opportunity to watch such a powerful technique up close didn't come around too often.

An hour later, Finnegan finally heaved a sigh of relief and fell into his chair, drenched in sweat. “Ah... I should've waited till tomorrow to treat Old Mr. Samson.”

I already used up plenty of my spiritual energy when I treated Soren earlier in the day. Now that I've administered fifty-four variations of the Fateful Eighteen Needles on Jeremy, my spiritual energy is almost depleted. Gosh. I'm exhausted...

“Dr. Larkin, how is Old Mr. Samson now?” Reynard asked.

After catching his breath, Finnegan replied, “His vitality is stabilized for now. I'll write you a prescription for healing his old injuries so you can get someone to brew the medicines for him. As for the Long Life Pill, I'll send it over tomorrow.”

I do believe the leftover ingredients from concocting Bruce's Long Life Pill are just enough for another pill.

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