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..."

dizzy after the treatment, but upon hearing Mr. Atticus's question, he tapped his forehead, and his mind cleared a bit. He suddenly realized the itching and pain

The people waiting behind him erupted in

all they knew was that the toxin

feeling the adoring gazes of the crowd, straightened his back a bit more.

almost bursting with frustration and anger. They

he so smug

medical skills

this trouble. Wouldn't it be simpler to just 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

treated by Flora showed no signs of improvement. They still felt itchy and in pain. They couldn't help but look enviously at the line forming at Mr. Atticus's side,

person after another, telling them to rest

no one

staring intently at Mr. Atticus's side, her gaze slightly darkening. The man, lost in thought, only reacted when Flora called him. Seeing Flora