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..."

and his mind cleared a bit. He suddenly realized the itching and pain were gone! "I'm not itching anymore! I'm cured! I'm

the entire square! The people waiting behind him erupted in collective excitement. Mr. Atticus truly lived up to his reputation! They

asked Mr. Atticus to detoxify them; all they knew was that the toxin tormenting them for over a day was finally

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

Lance watched him, almost bursting with frustration and anger. They wished

so smug

skills

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?

They still felt itchy and in pain. They couldn't help but look enviously at the line

treating one person after another, telling them

no one

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