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

Bit by bit, her sanity slipped away.

The scalpel, initially aimed at the model's abdomen, veered off by three inches. Even blindfolded, Orla could feel it; if she were working on a real person, that tiny misstep would have been fatal. Her hand, clutching the scalpel, grew rigid and shaky.

Finally, in a moment of utter despair, Orla ripped off her blindfold, her eyes red and swollen, glaring at Flora!

She was defeated, unable to continue.

Meanwhile, Flora, standing casually with one leg slightly bent, glided the scalpel over the model's skin, effortlessly making precise cuts.

The entire process was executed with such ease.

Underneath her blindfold, her lips curled into a smug, almost arrogant smile.

After making the final incision, Flora pulled off her blindfold.

At that exact moment, the timer on the large screen behind her stopped.

Not a second more, not a second less-exactly ten minutes.

Dissecting a model blindfolded, a task that would take even top medical professionals at least half an hour, Flora had finished in just ten minutes.

Ten minutes!

astounded by the girl on stage. The sun cast a warm golden halo around her.

Too cool.

up at the host, visibly

the competition, and the victory goes to Flora from the University of

excitement caused his voice to crack on

half-minute. Then, a few scattered claps were heard, followed by deafening screams

"Ah! Flora is awesome!"

"Flora is awesome!"

"Flora is awesome!"

"Flora is awesome," and then everyone in the arena echoed

Richard, Dr. Ray, and

ing officials from the

help but join in, their spirits lifted as if

excitedly spammed "Flora is awesome" in a flood

the top twenty trending topics were

the name Flora swept across the

cheers, Flora remained calm and composed. After the host announced

her lips slightly upturned, she exuded an indescribable