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 the ship. He had no smile, no emotion, like a

staring at her for a while, he was

called out to

tracks and looked at her. "What's the

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

in your kitchen are not

you are merely assisting; do

you truly comprehend traditional medicine or food therapy?" Simond was momentarily unable to respond, as if

see, you cannot answer." Abigail shrugged. "Sean Graham was on the brink of death once, and I cooked for him daily to nourish him. What is the fundamental principle for a person to recover? It's to eat well. Without proper nutrition, how can one

her calmly. "You are

Sean underwent two years of treatment to fully recover," Abigail

had no choice but to inquire, "What ingredients do

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

case, they

Simond departed.

couldn't help but mutter to herself. 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 to eat, then so

joking about

and energy

long wasn't just a setback for a month; it could

slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

she had been practicing cooking

no such thing as a kitchen killer; she

arrived, she had already