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.

from when he was on the ship. He had no

for a while, he

called out to

looked at her. "What's the

herself, This person is quite good at playing two different roles. It's really a shame he didn't

ingredients in your kitchen are not

assisting; do

to a food therapy expert? Do you truly comprehend traditional medicine or food therapy?"

cannot answer." Abigail shrugged. "Sean Graham was on the brink of death once, and I cooked for him daily to nourish him. What

her calmly. "You are very cunning,

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 did not appear as wounded as

to inquire, "What ingredients do you

purchase

case, they would not

Simond departed.

Abigail couldn't help but mutter to herself. She planned to prepare a variety of dishes for a month, with no repetitions, and she

joking about

and

just a setback for a month; it

up her chores, Abigail settled into her room and slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

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

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

time Simond arrived, she