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.

hands on the

into hell when you could've stayed safe in heaven. If the

eyes, as if she could

the scalpel, her eyes focused on the task at hand. What met her gaze was a blur of

and the mayor's

his eyes on Flora. From the moment she picked up the scalpel, he knew she was a pro. Her hands were steady and swift, the

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

closed

left everyone dumbfounded. Up until now, not even the renowned surgeon Jules

"Quiet!"

Dr. Wenz who spoke up. Being a neurosurgeon himself, he knew that at this moment, the last thing needed was a disturbance. He stood right beside Flora, accurately observing every move she made with the scalpel. He

level of skill? Memorizing every nerve and

oxygen level is rising! Heart rate is