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.

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

a while, he

she called out to

looked at her. "What's

roles. It's really a shame he didn't pursue a

kitchen are not

assisting; do

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 nourish him. What is the fundamental principle for a person to recover? It's to eat well.

"You are

time? In traditional medicine, one month is nothing. Sean underwent two

but to inquire, "What ingredients

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

case, they would not

Simond departed.

dishes for a month, with no repetitions, and she

not joking about the significance of

and

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

and slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh

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

no such thing as a kitchen

time Simond arrived, she had already written several