Abigail’s Second Life

It was unfortunate that Abigail couldn't practice acupuncture. Otherwise, why would she need massages?

"Remember Alice gave you that book? You can look through it and maybe find a traditional medicine practitioner. It could speed up the process."

Abigail recalled the book contained information on acupuncture points.

Skilled traditional medicine practitioners could achieve a lot through acupuncture.

"I'll check it out when we get back. We have to fight hard for our lives." Martin sighed.

Abigail couldn't help but smile.

By the fourth day of Martin's treatment, Abigail could see light again, though her right eye still had a cloudy layer, as if something was stuck on the eyeball, making it uncomfortable. Fortunately, this sensation didn't last long, and she fully recovered within a week.

And so, her journey of dedication began.

Every day, she brewed medicine, fed it to Sage, and gave her massages.

Abigail had to walk a considerable distance each day from the kitchen to Sage's room, with a bodyguard stationed every few meters along the way in the spacious corridor. It was very stressful.

While brewing the medicine, Abigail felt conflicted about how to get this group of people to show some expression...otherwise, the pressure would be too much.

She was staring at the jar when she suddenly sensed someone watching her.

Abigail turned to look and saw Simond leaning against the kitchen door, watching her.

It was rare for him to cross paths with her. In fact, she could count on one hand the number of times she'd seen him clearly in a week.

different from when he was on the ship. He had no

staring at her for a while, he was about to turn and

she called out

tracks and looked at her. "What's the matter?" His tone

This person is quite good at playing two different roles.

ingredients in your kitchen are not sufficient to treat Sage,"

present, you are merely assisting;

was unafraid of his wolf-like demeanor. "Are you speaking to a food therapy expert? Do you truly comprehend traditional medicine or food therapy?" Simond was momentarily unable to respond, as

to nourish him. What is

"You are very cunning,

I desire death, right? Do you think one month is a long time? In traditional medicine, one month is nothing. Sean underwent two years of treatment to fully recover," Abigail continued. When she discussed Sean, she

but to inquire, "What ingredients do

and you can purchase accordingly," Abigail said, turning back to the

case, they would

Simond departed.

no repetitions, and she was confident that the

not joking about the significance of

required energy, and energy was derived from

drip all day long wasn't just a setback for a month; it could hinder one's vitality for ten

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Plus, she had been practicing cooking repeatedly for half a year, so her culinary

this moment that Abigail realized that there was no such thing as a

she had already written several