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!

by the girl on stage. The sun cast

Too cool.

looked up at the

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

his voice to crack

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

"Ah! Flora is awesome!"

"Flora is awesome!"

"Flora is awesome!"

and then everyone in the arena echoed the chant, the words reverberating overhead and lingering for a

Richard, Dr. Ray,

ing officials from the

their spirits lifted as if rejuvenated by

hundreds of thousands of viewers, fans excitedly spammed "Flora is

twenty

the name Flora

Flora remained calm and composed. After

her lips slightly upturned, she