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.

Simond's demeanor was completely different from when he was

for a while, he was about to

called

his tracks and looked at her. "What's

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

ingredients in your kitchen are not

assisting; do not interfere," Simond warned

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

and I cooked for him daily to nourish him. What is the fundamental

regarded her calmly. "You are

traditional medicine, one month is nothing. Sean underwent two years of

choice but to inquire, "What ingredients do

and you can purchase accordingly," Abigail said, turning back to

they

Simond departed.

variety of dishes for a month, with no repetitions, and she was confident

joking about the significance

energy, and energy

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

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

this moment that Abigail realized that there was no such thing as

the time Simond arrived, she had already