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

"Mr. Atticus, come quick! Something's wrong with him!"

Mr. Atticus rushed over to check on the man, but before he could even start, he heard several more thuds as people collapsed around him.

It was chaos-several people were on the ground, frothing at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably. Panic spread like wildfire.

Mr. Atticus was at a loss, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people needing help. He knelt beside the nearest man, trying to get a sense of his pulse.

The man's pulse was erratic, his breathing all over the place. Even Mr. Atticus couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

More people collapsed, not just frothing at the mouth this time, but their faces turning a horrible shade of purple as if they were suffocating.

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd. "Mr. Atticus, what's happening? What's wrong with them?" they urgently asked.

tension, "Well, well, all these folks were treated by you, weren't they, Mr. Atticus? How come they were fine before, but now they're

schadenfreude, eyes gleaming

cure these people. Now, with this unfolding disaster, it seemed obvious that Mr. Atticus's lack of skill had turned saving lives into taking them. Lance's words hung in the air, casting a deadly silence over the crowd. A

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waiting in line took several steps back without

perfectly fine, as lively as ever. They felt a wave of relief,

say something!

Mr. Atticus had treated was affected. No one was

"Mr. Atticus, do something!"

"Hurry up!"

they trust him when he seemed to

young man, eyes red, cradled the convulsing man on the ground and turned to