The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 4

Afterward, Finnegan chatted with his parents about his experiences over the past five years, then found an excuse to leave the house.

No sooner had he stepped out the door than he made a phone call. He was determined to make Killian pay the price. “Send someone over to assist me and investigate the Chomsky family in Jadeborough, especially that scoundrel Killian.”

“Dr. Larkin, you're in Jadeborough? Then I will personally come to heed your call.”

“Cut the crap and just send someone competent over.”

“All right, all right.”

After hanging up the phone, Finnegan walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. He got in and said, “To General Hospital.”

To cure Desmond, some precious medicinal herbs were needed. He was uncertain whether the pharmacies in Jadeborough had them. If not, a trip to the Zimmerman residence would be necessary. After curing Bernice, he could ask the Zimmerman family to gather the herbs.

The pharmacy at General Hospital had just opened for the day. The customer turnout was sparse, and none had progressed to the point of getting their prescriptions dispensed. Inside the pharmacy, a lone clerk was stationed behind the counter, engrossed in his phone.

Upon seeing Finnegan enter, he merely glanced at him without uttering a word, then continued to entertain himself.

Finnegan approached the counter and said, “I'm here to get some medicinal herbs.”

Without even lifting his head, the clerk said, “Wait a moment. Can't you see I'm busy?”

Finnegan was momentarily speechless. Is playing games considered busy? He's disregarding his customers!

Just as Finnegan was about to lose his temper, he calmed himself down, reminding himself that he was, after all, the legendary mischievous doctor. It wasn't worth getting worked up over such trivial individuals.

He turned and began to walk away. Unexpectedly, his eyes caught sight of a notice affixed to the wall, proclaiming a reward of ten million.

Looking downward, he saw a written statement that read: I, Patrick Zimmerman, am the father of Bernice Zimmerman, who has been in a comatose state for a month. Despite consulting experts from numerous hospitals, her condition remains unchanged. I am currently offering a reward of ten million to any esteemed doctor who can cure her. Upon the successful treatment of my dear daughter Bernice, the reward of ten million will be promptly transferred.

It seemed that Patrick had no other option but to resort to posting such a notice in the hospital.

Finnegan glanced around, then reached out to take down the notice.

“Hey, what are you doing? Who said you could touch that?”

Upon seeing Finnegan's actions, the clerk immediately rushed out from behind the counter, pushing him aside.

Finnegan asked angrily, “What are you doing?”

The clerk retorted, “I posed that question first. Do you even know where you are? Do you think you can just scribble and doodle around here?”

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