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

In the blink of an eye, the day of the finals arrived. The month-long Medical League was finally wrapping up. By now, the top three spots seemed pretty much set in stone. They were the Austenberg team, the Medical Organization, and Team M. If it weren't for Flora's injury, Austenberg snagging first place would have been a given. But with Flora's hand out of commission, her participation in the finals was off the table. So, whether Austenberg could still clinch the top spot was anyone's guess. With just half an hour left before the competition kicked off, most teams had already gathered, chatting away.

"It's such a shame about Flora," someone commented, full of sympathy. "To have this happen right before the finals, it's got to be tough on her. She was so close to winning, and now she doesn't even get to compete."

"Who says Flora's not competing?" someone else chimed in. "I overheard Austenberg team members at the hotel saying she's in for the finals!"

This bit of news caught a lot of attention.

"She's competing? But isn't her hand injured?"

"Yeah, I heard it was bad enough that even holding a fork is a struggle, let alone a scalpel."

"Are you sure you didn't just catch a rumor? I can't see Flora risking it."

"Me neither."

my own ears. But whatever, you'll see once the Austenberg

crowd's curiosity was definitely

Austenberg team arrived at the venue. Flora, masked up and in a white lab coat, walked slowly at the back,

just to watch, but to compete!

gets too much, just back out, alright? Don't push yourself. It's just another competition," Mr. Tanner

seen too

injuries or

never to operate again. He knew Flora was sensible, but he couldn't help

gave a gentle nod, letting

to the stage to lay out the rules. The finals were all about practical skills, testing participants' surgical prowess on

felt and were structured just like real humans, ensuring that participants could perform without hindrance. The system would guide them on the next