The Mischievous Doctor (Finnegan and Nuthana) novel Chapter 12

“What happened to Killi?” Killian's father, Tristan Chomsky, roared like a furious lion in the ward of General Hospital.

The stern voice of Tristan Group chairman caused all the medical staff in the hospital to shudder. None of them dared to say anything.

Tristan took a glance at his unconscious son and bellowed, “Are all of you dumb?”

After giving one of Killian's bodyguards a slap on the face, he ordered, “You! Tell me what happened!”

The bodyguard, who had kept mum, spilled it all out. He told Tristan how Killian had gone to look for Finnegan, including all the details.

Tristan's eyes turned cold. “He did this to Killi?”

“I don't think so. He was at least about three meters away from Mr. Killian,” the bodyguard replied.

After narrowing his eyes in deep thought, Tristan called the doctor over and asked, “What exactly happened to my son?”

The doctor answered in a trembling voice, “We've assembled a team of experts and conducted a comprehensive examination on Mr. Killian, but we couldn't quite determine what happened to him. All we know now is that his condition will flare up once every hour for about ten minutes. After several episodes, the joints in his limbs will become twisted, and his skin will tear as well.”

All of a sudden, Killian started shrieking in pain.

His limbs began twisting like a rope.

The expression on Tristan's face changed. He turned to the doctors and yelled, “Do something!”

All the doctors immediately got up and injected Killian with a dose of painkiller but to no avail. In the end, they had to sedate him to calm him down.

Nevertheless, his limbs were contorted out of shape, with blood oozing out of his wounds.

Killian, tortured to the point of being almost unrecognizable, weakly uttered, “Dad, it must be Finnegan. He did this to me. Otherwise, why would I be like this after meeting him? This has never happened to me before. You must avenge me!”

Tristan's eyes turned red. “Are you sure it's Finnegan?”

“It's definitely him,” Killian said while gritting his teeth. “I have no idea where he disappeared for the past five years, but when he returned, his combat skills had clearly improved. He even beat Python and his men, who usually worked for me. Moreover, he said some suspicious things before this happened to me. It must be him. He did this to me.”

Tristan knitted his brows. “We won't be able to touch him since he has the girl from the Zimmerman family on his side. But don't worry. If he's indeed the culprit, I'll definitely not let him off.”

If Finnegan were truly responsible for doing this to Killian, only he would have the ability to get Killian out of this situation.

After Killian passed out from the ten minutes of agony, Tristan stepped out of the ward and ordered his subordinate, “Contact the other experts and get them to come and treat Killi. I want you to investigate Finnegan and find out where he went in the last five years. Also, I want to know if he was the one who did this to Killian.”

Quiana woke Finnegan up on a Saturday morning. “Better get yourself together, Finnegan. You'll be meeting Rhia's senior for the first time. Rhia told me her senior was highly competent and had sold over thirty cars in a month. As a result, she was directly promoted to the deputy manager position. Now, she's already the manager of the store. You should seize this opportunity since she already has a good impression of you.”

Quiana continued nagging and reminding Finnegan before allowing him to leave. Finnegan was filled with frustration, as he had only intended to go through the motions, but he understood that all parents would want their children to tie the knot as soon as possible.

After walking out of the house for some time, Finnegan called Alisha to come and pick him up. He also asked her about the Chomsky family.

A while later, Alisha arrived in her fiery red Ferrari. She was staying at a nearby hotel to ensure she could appear before Finnegan as soon as possible.

Upon getting into the car, Finnegan sized Alisha up for the very first time.

She stood tall at about five and a half feet, with a well-proportioned and seductive figure. Her red, strapless bodycon dress only added to her allure, making her look even more sensuous.

Upon realizing Finnegan was staring at her, she blinked and asked, “What do you think of my looks?”

“Fair, long, and tall!”

Alisha was confused. “Fair, long, and tall? What do you mean?”

Finnegan teased her with a smirk. “What do you think? Which part of your body is fair, long, and tall?”

As someone who was naturally open-minded, Alisha quickly realized what Finnegan meant. She responded with a giggle and said, “Mr. Larkin, when I first met you the other night, I thought you were someone who didn't like to joke around. But now, it seems that you're just a normal young man.”

Finnegan looked away. “I doubt anyone would be in the mood to joke the other night.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Alisha asked.

“No,” Finnegan rejected outright, surprising her.

Instead of pursuing the matter further, she simply flipped her hair and hit the gas. Her slender and fair legs once again caught Finnegan's eyes.

Finnegan could not help but be mesmerized by her slender and fair legs.

When Alisha noticed Finnegan was glancing at her again, she teased, “Would you like to touch them, Mr. Larkin? You can if you want, but you must answer my question.”

Finnegan was not embarrassed about being caught staring. “Ms. Wahlstrom, you're such an open-minded person. I'm curious to know what your grandpa said when he asked you to meet me.”

“Grandpa told me to seduce you and sleep with you if I had the chance. And I've always been an open-minded person. Do you want me to park the car by the side of the road so that you can experience it yourself?”

The corner of Finnegan's lips twitched. Her straightforwardness caught him off guard.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “I'm afraid I might not recover if I fall for your seduction. Why don't you tell me more about the Chomsky family?”

Rolling her eyes flirtatiously, Alisha said, “Killian suddenly developed a strange illness where his limbs would twist and deform every hour and cause him to suffer in pain. Tristan has been searching for experts to treat him, but so far, there hasn't been any progress. He has also ordered his men to investigate your whereabouts in the last five years.”

The turn of events was not unexpected. “Let him continue with his investigation, then.”

Finnegan had been living in the mountains for the last five years. He was certain that no one else, except the elites, could find out about his past.

Alisha tested the waters by asking Finnegan, “Mr. Larkin, do you think we can settle your old scores with the Chomsky family? If you agree, my grandpa can eliminate them from Jadeborough in ten days.”

“Have you ever thought about the true sweetness of revenge?” Finnegan's eyes darkened as he spoke. “Most people believe that killing off your enemies once and for all is the best method, but to me, it's much more satisfying to drive them to the brink of despair, offer them a false glimmer of hope, and then ultimately force them to plunge into eternal darkness. That's how I want to unleash my anger.”

His words sent chills up Alisha's spine.

His approach of pushing the Chomsky family into despair and then destroying them reminded her of the boiling frog analogy.

The thought of his revenge method caused Alisha to shudder, and she could not help but sympathize with the Chomskys.

Finnegan said, “Just do as I say. Your grandpa must have given you all the necessary information. Don't ask too many questions.”

Alisha nodded in response and sent him to the car dealership.

Finnegan got out of the car outside the premises, as he did not want Rhiannon to see him in a Ferrari.

After watching Finnegan step into the car dealership, Alisha gave her grandfather a call. “Grandpa, who on earth is that man? He's younger than me but exudes an aura that stresses me out. There were even times I felt he could see right through me.”

“Don't ask so many questions. Just do the Wahlstrom family a favor by getting him in bed!” Theoden replied.

Alisha rolled her eyes at her grandfather's bluntness. Is it appropriate for a grandfather to speak to his granddaughter like that?

“Finn! Over here!” Rhiannon waved at Finnegan in front of the Porsche store.

Finnegan walked over and gently knocked against the back of her head. “You're such a troublemaker.”

Moreover, having the malignant tumor removed would not increase her chances of survival.

Lindsey was utterly flustered and overwhelmed by the news. “Rhia, let's reschedule my date with your brother to another day. I need to go to the hospital first.”

Rhiannon turned to Finnegan and asked, “Finn, can you do something about the lump since you noticed it?”

Lindsey, who was in the middle of packing her things before leaving for the hospital, turned around. “Is your brother a doctor?”

Rhiannon nodded in agreement. “He's quite capable. He even managed to fix my dad's distorted bones and told him he could be on his feet in no time.”

Finnegan, who merely intended to warn Lindsey about the lump, could not help but give Rhiannon a wry smile. “You're just giving me extra work to do.”

Lindsey's eyes glistened. “Finnegan, will you be able to get rid of the lump if it truly is malignant?”

Rhiannon shook his arm. “Finn, Ms. Lindsey has taken great care of me. You must help her.”

Unable to resist his sister's persuasion, Finnegan said, “I can provide the treatment, and I can assure you that there'll be no need to go through any surgery to remove anything, nor will there be any scars. However, after the treatment, you should take the soft lump to the hospital for testing to confirm if it's malignant.”

He believed that even after treatment, Lindsey would still live in fear if the tumor's nature was not confirmed to be benign or malignant.

His assurance dispelled some of Lindsey's doubts. “Please tell me what I need to do. I'll do anything to cooperate with you.”

“Rhia, go out and take care of the store,” Finnegan instructed.

“Sure!” After Rhiannon left, he closed the door and all the blinds.

He then picked up a fruit knife and said, “Remove your clothes, including your undergarment. I'll remove the lump and use acupuncture and traditional medicine to treat the wound and kill the tumor cells. You should be able to fully recover after that.”

Lindsey hesitated. What did he just say?

Although she had faith in Finnegan, she could not help but worry when he said he would use a small fruit knife to remove the lump.

Besides that, for someone who had never been in a relationship, undressing in front of a man could be a daunting task that was difficult to overcome mentally.

Upon noticing her hesitation, Finnegan suggested, “Alternatively, you can go to the hospital to undergo the procedure before coming to me for treatment.”

“It's all right. Let's do this now,” she said, dispelling her last hesitation at the thought of doctors piercing her body with needles.

She bit her lip and blushed as she untied her suit and unbuttoned the shirt inside, revealing her black bra and ample cleavage.

Finnegan, who had already seen Bernice naked, still felt uncomfortable when someone bared it all before him. He cleared his throat and looked away, his face turning red.

Noticing the embarrassed look on his face, Lindsey felt more at ease and lowered her guard. After taking a deep breath, she proceeded to reveal the last piece of garment on her upper torso.

Lindsey kept her eyes shut and gripped the corners of her skirt. “I'm done!”

Finnegan turned around and cleared his throat before approaching her. “I will administer acupuncture to alleviate the pain and prevent bleeding, so you won't feel anything when I make the incision. Just try to relax a bit.”

Lindsey let out a soft, breathy sound of agreement, making Finnegan feel even more uncomfortable.

Finnegan's lips twitched. Can you not make that kind of sound?

Biting the tip of his tongue to steady himself, he took out a few gold needles and swiftly inserted them around the affected area on Lindsey's body. Lindsey emitted another soft hum from her nose, but Finnegan could not tell if she was in pain.

This woman is one of a kind. How will her future husband resist her if she makes sounds like that?