The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 2

Two days later, Finnegan arrived in Jadeborough, Nuthana.

Five years had passed, and Jadeborough, already a significant economic hub, had become even more prosperous.

Despite this, Finnegan's home was located on the outskirts of Jadeborough, an area still undergoing urban planning.

Five years ago, Finnegan was just an ordinary high school student. He bravely stepped in to save a girl, but as a result, he offended a wealthy heir named Killian Chomsky. He was severely beaten, which landed him in the hospital.

To evade the impending retaliation, Finnegan had no choice but to flee under the cover of night.

He thought his life was over, but unexpectedly, on the path of escape, he encountered someone unimaginable, or rather, a demon—Mephisto.

Finnegan signed a pact at the cost of his soul, acquiring knowledge of the arcane medical arts. In a single night, he transitioned from a typical high school student to a contentious personality, a doctor both admired and scorned for his unconventional practices.

He was admired because his medical skills were indeed miraculous. Rumor had it that as long as one wasn't brain-dead, even if their heart had stopped beating, he could still bring them back to life.

On the other hand, he was scorned because of his complete disregard for the professional ethics of a doctor. He acted on his whims, and if anything displeased him even slightly, he would refuse treatment, even if the patient was the president of the country.

Consequently, Finnegan was conferred with the title of mischievous doctor.

He gazed at the Larkin residence, a place that felt simultaneously familiar and alien. A hint of a smile surfaced on his face.

He had never imagined that one day he would long to return to this place so fervently. Perhaps this was the homesickness felt by a wanderer who had been away from home for many years.

He was unsure of how his younger sister and parents were faring. He hadn't been home in five years after all. He wondered if, after such a long absence, they would still be able to recognize him.

Finnegan quickened his steps, his eagerness to reunite with his family palpable. Within a matter of seconds, he reached the front door of the Larkin residence.

At that moment, the Larkin residence was no longer the peaceful haven it once was. Instead, it had transformed into a backdrop for a terrifying incident.

“This is our house. Who are you to make us move?”

Quiana Lane, Finnegan's mother, was desperately tugging at a burly man, who was carrying the only television set they had in their home.

The burly man turned around, sneering contemptuously. “D*mn it, let go of your grip. If you don't let go, I assure you, my patience will run thin.”

She just won't give up, huh? The veins on the forehead of the burly man bulged. A surge of fury erupted from within him. He roared, “You old fool, I'm going to kill you!”

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