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

Flora's mesmerizing eyes narrowed into a sly smile. "Maybe so."

They had recognized her.

After stepping down from the podium, the students from the various medical organizations slunk back to their seats, as timid as quails.

Mr. Atticus had finally shaken off his initial shock. Seeing them like this, he was livid. "Seriously? She hasn't even done anything yet, and you're acting like scared puppies! Is she really that terrifying?!" Not just a few, but nearly every student from the medical organizations nodded furiously.

Yes, she is that terrifying!

"Mr. Atticus, what's gotten into my seniors?" Orla frowned, utterly perplexed.

She had never seen them so scared of anyone before.

Mr. Atticus, too caught up in his frustration, didn't bother to answer. He glared at the students, barking, "Listen up! I don't care how scared you are; you need to get up there! Flora is just one person. What can she possibly do in front of everyone? Eat you alive?!"

Unbeknownst to Mr. Atticus, a drone hovered above, broadcasting every word live.

The live chat exploded instantly!

did I hear that right?! Did Mr. Atticus just

Flora do to scare them so much,

curiosity was unbearable, wishing they could leap

the second round?" Mr. Atticus, still unaware of the drone, rubbed his aching head and

round wasn't a random

from the medical

up against Flora felt like walking

made them forget how

he had to sit down, leaning heavily on

Orla

reactions were way over

formidable could Flora

clinical surgery. Flora was just a freshman, probably never even having stood at an operating table.

Flora's skills firsthand, so she still believed Flora was just stronger in theory. When it came to clinical surgery experience, Flora couldn't hold a

her to the worried looks from her

then," Mr. Atticus sighed, having no hope for Orla's

hoped she

winning would be a miracle. Orla, seeing their lack of faith in her, felt a surge of defiance.