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.

demeanor was completely different from when he was on

staring at her for a while,

called out

at her.

at playing two different roles. It's really a shame he didn't pursue a career in

kitchen are not sufficient to treat Sage,"

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

was unafraid of his wolf-like demeanor. "Are you speaking to a food therapy expert? Do you truly comprehend traditional

to nourish him. What is the fundamental principle for a person

her calmly. "You are very cunning,

does not mean 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,"

had no choice but to inquire, "What ingredients

I will compose a menu for a month, and you can purchase accordingly," Abigail said, turning back to the pot of medicine, and pretending to carefully

case, they would

Simond departed.

repetitions, and she was confident that the individuals here would enjoy them.

was not joking about the significance of

body required energy, and

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

settled into her room and slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

received numerous nutritional recipes from Sean. Plus, she had been practicing cooking repeatedly for half a year, so her culinary skills

Abigail realized that there was no such thing as a kitchen killer; she simply hadn't been pushed

Simond arrived, she had already written several