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.

her for a while, he was about to

called out

at

thought to herself, This person is quite good at playing two different roles. It's really a shame he didn't pursue a career in the entertainment

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

you are merely assisting; do not interfere,"

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,

Abigail shrugged. "Sean Graham was on the brink of death once, and I cooked for him daily to nourish him.

regarded her calmly. "You are

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 she did

to inquire, "What

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 inspect

any case, they

Simond departed.

to prepare a variety of dishes for a month, with no repetitions, and she was confident that the individuals here

not joking about the significance

energy, and

wasn't just a setback for a month; it could hinder one's vitality

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

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

Abigail realized that there was no such thing as a

Simond arrived, she had already written