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

"Shawn," Dr. Ray sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Your hand isn't ready for major surgery yet. I can't let you participate this time. Keep practicing and aim for the next medical conference, okay?"

Shawn had expected this. He nodded, though his movement was stiff. His hand was healing, but still in recovery. It'd be at least three months before he could operate again.

Seeing Shawn's dejection, Dr. Ray felt a pang of sympathy. Shawn was his star student, the one he hoped would represent the country. He knew how hard Shawn had been preparing for the conference, only to be sidelined by an untimely injury.

Dr. Ray was about to offer more words of comfort when Flora, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. "When is the medical conference?"

Dr. Ray was momentarily taken aback. So, you're a med student and you don't even know when the conference is?

Recalling Flora's usual disinterest in competitions, he felt a twinge of irritation. "In two months," he replied tersely.

"Oh." Flora nodded. "Then give Shawn a registration form. He can participate."

Both Shawn and Dr. Ray turned sharply to look at her.

do you mean?"

heart began to

hand will be fully healed

stone dropping heavily onto Dr. Ray and Shawn's chests.

Shawn had consulted numerous

to speed up his

even sought advice

Tanner, a rehabilitation specialist, who insisted it would take three

glance,

Ray exclaimed, repeating himself in his excitement. If Flora said Shawn

only he'd asked Flora sooner. Who knew she had such expertise

he couldn't hide his relief. Missing the conference would mean waiting another two years. "Flora, thank you," he said, his eyes