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

a while, he was about

she called

tracks and looked at her. "What's the matter?" His tone

herself, 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 sufficient to treat Sage," Abigail stated

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

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

regarded her calmly. "You are very

nothing. Sean underwent two

choice but to inquire, "What ingredients do

I finish my tasks, 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

any case, they would not

Simond departed.

he left, Abigail 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

was not joking about

energy, and energy was derived from

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

her room and slowly jotted down the ingredients for nutritional supplementation. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

had received numerous nutritional recipes from Sean. Plus, she had been practicing cooking repeatedly

no such thing as a kitchen killer; she simply hadn't

the time Simond arrived, she had already written