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

Seeing her also working on treatments, Mr. Atticus's eyes flickered with surprise. He hadn't expected this young lady to have any real skills. But it was clear she was just scratching the surface. Her technique was clumsy and unrefined, definitely a novice. And some of the points she chose to treat? Even he couldn't fathom why.

For her to detoxify like this would be nothing short of a miracle.

Mr. Atticus let out a soft, derisive snort, making no effort to hide his skepticism. He turned his focus back to his own patient, concentrating intently. With decades of experience in alternative medicine, he knew the body's key points like the back of his hand-he could hit them even with his eyes closed. However, he approached this detoxification with caution, uncertain of success, so he proceeded with the utmost

care.

Ten minutes later, he removed the needles and asked, "How do you feel now?"

There was a faint tension in his voice, barely noticeable.

"I..."

his forehead, and his mind cleared a bit. He suddenly realized the itching and pain

behind him erupted in collective excitement.

they didn't care why Flora had asked Mr. Atticus to detoxify them; all they knew was that the toxin tormenting them for

the adoring gazes of the crowd, straightened his back a

with frustration and anger. They wished they could give

so

skills are

confront Mr. Atticus directly, beat him until he couldn't stand? Why all this complexity? More importantly, what if Mr. Atticus really did cure them? Why give him such a grand opportunity to show

was somewhat quiet. Those treated by Flora showed no signs of improvement. They still felt itchy and in pain. They

treating one person after another, telling

no one

The man, lost in thought, only reacted when Flora called him. Seeing Flora seemingly angry, he hurriedly