Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

It couldn't be that bad, right?

"Dr. Ray, have you made up your mind?"

Dr. Wenz asked Dr. Ray again. Seeing him nod, he took a deep breath, put down his scalpel, and walked over to Flora's side.

"Since Dr. Ray trusts you so much, I'll trust you this time too. Go ahead, I'll assist you."

Dr. Wenz wasn't putting his faith in Flora, but in Dr. Ray's judgment. He had no confidence in performing the surgery himself; maybe this young woman he underestimated could actually pull off a miracle. Flora nodded, standing under the surgical light, and picked up the scalpel.

"Holy crap! They're actually letting Flora operate?"

"If anything happens to the mayor, won't we all be held responsible?"

Outside, all the senior lab members were on edge. What was Flora trying to prove at a time like this? Sure, she was talented, but even Dr. Wenz was stumped. And yet, she eagerly took on this ticking time bomb.

her hands on the glass,

into hell when you could've stayed safe in

mad, bizarre smile crept into her eyes, as

at hand. What met her gaze was a blur of flesh and blood,

a bit late, and the mayor's life could

Flora. From the moment she picked up the scalpel, he knew she was a pro. Her hands were steady and swift, the result of years

in her hand didn't stop, expertly avoiding every nerve,

actually closed

not even the renowned surgeon Jules dared to do this. This girl's

"Quiet!"

thing needed was a disturbance. He stood right beside Flora, accurately observing every move

skill? Memorizing every nerve and location in the brain by heart, she could operate effortlessly

rising! Heart rate is