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, no emotion, like

while, he was

called out

stopped in his tracks and looked at her.

good at playing two different roles. It's really

kitchen are not

Martin present, you are merely assisting; do

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

cooked for him daily to

"You are very cunning, I

one month is nothing. Sean underwent two years of treatment

had no choice but to inquire, "What

tasks, I will compose a menu for a month, and you can purchase accordingly," Abigail said, turning back to the pot

any case, they

Simond departed.

month, with no repetitions, and she was confident

was not joking about the significance

required energy, and energy

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

her chores, Abigail settled into her room and slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

recipes from Sean. Plus, she had been practicing cooking repeatedly for half a year, so her culinary skills had become

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

time Simond arrived, she had already