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.

he was on the ship. He had no smile, no emotion,

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

she called out

and looked at her. "What's

different roles. It's

your kitchen are not

you are merely assisting; do not interfere," Simond warned her

a food therapy expert? Do you truly comprehend

was on the brink of death once, and I cooked for him daily to nourish him. What is the fundamental principle

"You are

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 you

purchase accordingly," Abigail said, turning back to the pot

they would

Simond departed.

She planned to prepare a variety of dishes for a month, with no repetitions, and she was confident that the individuals here would enjoy them. Of course, if they truly did not wish

joking about the

energy, and energy was derived

all day long wasn't just a setback for a month;

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of Andrew, she had received numerous nutritional recipes from Sean. Plus, she had been practicing cooking repeatedly

no such thing as a kitchen killer; she simply hadn't been pushed to the

the time Simond arrived, she had