Chapter 218 Lack Of Courtesy The next day, because he had agreed to help Jerome, Finnegan arrived at Jerome Medical Clinic early.
Not long after, five or six patients arrived.
Although Finnegan also held consultations, all the patients went to Jerome instead due to their perception of him being too young.
Finnegan felt somewhat helpless but didnât dwell on it.
Doctors donât recommend themselves!
If the patient doesnât trust you, why insist?
Jerome felt even more helpless because all the patients he sent to Finnegan were rejected.
In the end, he had no choice but to continue seeing patients himself.
Approaching noon, Jerome had already seen three to four dozen patients, while Finnegan hadnât seen a single one.
During lunch, Jerome gave a bitter smile and said, âMaster, how about I take a break this afternoon and you take over seeing the patients?â
Otherwise, everyone who comes will be looking for me. Once the clinic reopens, I will still be the one who ends up exhausted.
Finnegan chuckled. âMr. Magnussen, this just shows that the patient trusts you. Itâs a good thing. As for me, it depends on who is destined to cross paths with me; otherwise-â
âDoctor!â
As they were speaking, a middle-aged woman rushed in, holding a little boy of about four or five years old. Her face was filled with anxiety.
Yuliana went up and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âI have no idea! I had just finished cooking and went to call my son for dinner, only to find him lying on the ground, completely unresponsive no matter how much I called him. Doctor, please save my son. If anything goes wrong, my husband will divorce me!â
A few patients, as well as passersby from outside the clinic, gathered around out of curiosity.
Jerome stood up. âPut the child down first.â
The middle-aged woman quickly put her child down. âDr. Magnussen, you are one of the top ten miracle doctors. You must save my son!â
âLet me take a look first, then weâll talk.â
Jerome started examining the child.
But after a moment, his expression turned gloomy.
âHe must have been suddenly stressed out, Heâs out of breath now.â
âNo way. My son is only four years old!â
The middle-aged woman suddenly burst into tears, kneeling before Jerome.
She clung to his hand, pleading desperately, âDr. Magnussen, he canât die. I beg you!â
Jerome sighed. âIâm a doctor, not a deity. I would save him if I could, but your son has truly breathed his last.â
Who in this world can truly bring back the dead to life?
Everyone present heaved a sigh.
It was a pity that the life of a four-year-old child ended before it even began.
Some people even pointed fingers at the middle-aged woman. âWhat kind of mother are you? You didnât even notice when your child was in trouble.â
âPerhaps if the treatment hadnât been delayed, the child might not have met such a tragic end.â
Hearing the accusations of the people around her, the middle-aged woman burst into tears. âMy son!â
Right then, she noticed Finnegan standing nearby, flipping the childâs eyelids.
Perhaps she was protecting her son, or perhaps she was deeply saddened. She slapped away Finneganâs hand. âWhat are you doing? My son is already dead. Are you still going to torment him?â
Jerome quickly said, âHe is also a doctor from our clinic. Please donât misunderstand.â
Finnegan understood the emotions of middle-aged women.
He was not displeased at all. âItâs okay. Letâs save this child first.â
âCan the child still be saved?â Jerome asked in surprise.
The middle-aged woman suddenly grabbed Finneganâs hand. âYoung man, what did you say? Can my child still be saved?â
Everyone turned their gaze toward Finnegan.
Seeing his handsome youthful appearance, they all quietly shook their heads.
A kind-hearted older woman advised, âYoung man, I understand that youâre compassionate and canât bear to see such a young child pass away, but itâs best not to speak of such things. Let her take her child home.â
If he gives her hope but canât deliver, it will be disappointing Who knows what she will do?
In this day and age, most people are not likely to blame themselves when they are wrong, but instead, they tend to shift the responsibility onto others, Finnegan said, âI can really cure him. Just give me a minute.â
âWow, what a big talker!â
No sooner had the words been spoken than Millicent, accompanied by the Zimmerman siblings, walked She had secretly contacted Bernice last night behind Bruceâs back but was firmly rejected by her.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, so she went behind Bruceâs back and came to find Finnegan.
Since Bernice refused to obey, she would start with Finnegan.
Upon hearing what Finnegan was said, she couldnât help but scoff.
mewhat surprised to see them arrive, but he didnât pay it much mind. âMaam, you need to step aside. Otherwise, there will be no hope of saving him.â
I canât believe Finnegan just ignored me.
elders?
Millicent shouted, âFinnegan, canât you see Iâm here for you? Donât you know how to respect your And if the boy is already dead, how can you save him? Youâve merely scratched the surface of medical knowledge under Dr. Magnussen, havenât you?â
Millicentâs disdain for Finnegan was so deep-rooted that she filled in the blanks herself.
Finnegan whipped his head around, his gaze icy cold. âSay one more word and Iâll have you kicked out!â
âYouâ¦â
Millicent, who had never been treated in such a way, was furious.
Queenie stopped her and whispered, âGrandma, letâs just wait and see what heâs going to do. If he canât save the boy, his mother will definitely not let him off. Wouldnât it be even better if he got into trouble?â
Hearing this, Millicent thought it made sense.
âFine, I wonât say a word. Iâll just watch how you bring the child back from the brink of death.â
Cursing under his breath, Finnegan flipped the childâs body and cradled him on his left arm.
Following that, he swiftly raised his right hand and slapped it down hard.
This surprised everyone so much that their eyes nearly popped out.
Is he really saving the kid?
The middle-aged womanâs face turned pale. âWhat are you doing?â
Millicent sneered, âThe child is already dead and yet youâre still causing such a fuss. Youâre really heartless! And you, as a mother, how could you-â
Finnegan, unable to hold back, swung his hand back and slapped her across the face.
Millicent was really too noisy, and he reckoned the slap Bernice received yesterday was delivered by Millicent.
Timothy snapped back to reality, roaring as he charged at Finnegan with his fists, âD*mn it! How dare you hit my grandma, you poor b*stard!â
Finneganâs left leg landed squarely on Timothy, sending him tumbling to the ground.
âShould anyone dare to interrupt me again, donât fault me for my lack of courtesy!â
A chilling force surged forward, bearing down entirely on Millicent, Timothy, and Queenie.
Millicent, who was initially angry, stiffened, a sense of fear unexpectedly welling up in her heart. She dared not speak again.
After he intimidated them, Finneganâs right hand fell again.
He looked as though he was hitting a sandbag.
The middle-aged woman held her hands tightly together, wanting to intervene but too afraid to speak up, fearful that Finnegan might turn his anger on her as well.
However, seeing her child being tormented by Finnegan like this, she couldnât help but blurt out, âBeââ
Just as she began to speak, the child, who was thought to be dead, suddenly started coughing. A soft jelly the size of a ping-pong ball fell out of the childâs mouth.
The child began crying. He had come back to life.
Jerome, who had absolute confidence in Finnegan, slapped his forehead. âSo it was a case of suspended animation due to suffocation. I really need to brush up on my medical knowledge!â
pon Millicent and her family, along with those who had thought Finnegan was just messing around, were all dumbfounded.
Is the child really alive?