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.

voice cut through the 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 with malicious

cure these people. Now, with this unfolding disaster, it seemed obvious that Mr. Atticus's lack of skill had turned saving lives into

were all treated by

it really

several steps back without

lively as ever. They felt a wave of relief, glad to

Atticus, say something!

more people collapsed, it became clear that everyone Mr. Atticus had

"Mr. Atticus, do something!"

"Hurry up!"

respect had vanished. How could they trust him when he seemed to be killing

in there!" A young man, eyes red, cradled the convulsing man on the ground and turned to Mr. Atticus, shouting, "What are you