Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 882: The Online Lottery

The guests exchanged glances, cheering and raising their glasses in celebration. The atmosphere was lively, buzzing with excitement. "How will the ten people be chosen?" someone in the crowd called out loudly.

Natalie smiled faintly, holding the microphone in her hand. Her voice was calm and steady as she explained, "There will be a lottery box on stage. Inside the box, there are many cards, each featuring one of four different designs. The lucky audience members will be those who scratch off a card with an orchid pattern. There are exactly ten such cards."

With a gentle wave of her hand, a red lottery box was brought onto the stage and placed at its center.

The guests lined up one by one, each taking their turn at the box, eagerly scratching off their cards, hoping to reveal the orchid pattern.

Natalie picked up the microphone again, her voice clear and light. "Now, those who find the orchid pattern, please come up on stage in order to state your request. I will do everything in my power to fulfill it."

The first to come forward was a middle-aged man. He wore a deep blue suit, his slightly gaunt face pale to the point of being unsettling. Sitting down across from Natalie, he hesitated, his lips trembling as he finally asked, "Can you really help me with anything?"

Natalie's gaze was steady, her eyes calm. "I'll grant you one request. Speak freely, and I'll do my best to help."

The man, clearly not holding much hope, decided to take a leap of faith. "I've been sick. I've seen countless renowned doctors, but none could help me. When it strikes, I feel flustered and break into a cold sweat. My skin develops clusters of blood-red blisters that cover my body, sparing only my face and neck. The blisters on my chest have already ruptured and begun to fester. Can you help me?"

As he spoke, it was as if he had used up all his courage, exposing his wounds in front of so many people. It was clear he had no other options left.

Natalie's eyes lingered on his neck. She pointed with her index finger and said directly, "The blisters have already spread to your neck. Within a month, the skin there will also be covered. At that point, the blisters on your legs will start rupturing."

The man panicked, frantically touching his neck with trembling hands. "Can you cure me?" he asked anxiously.

her voice steady. "Don't worry. Let me first take

hesitated but eventually nodded. However, seeing the crowd around

"You're a grown man. Don't be shy. If it makes

a black shirt underneath. Beneath that was a white undershirt,

the crowd recoiled. Blood-red blisters oozed yellow pus, clustered densely together in a horrifying sight. Some of the blisters had already ruptured and begun to rot,

this is accompanied by symptoms such as dry mouth, bitterness on

his face brightening with hope, obediently opened his mouth. Natalie

silver needle and swiftly inserted it into one of the man's acupuncture points. The blood-red blisters swelled rapidly as if responding to the needle. She withdrew it and replaced it with another, targeting the same point. This

stench worsened, causing even

calmly taking out a pen and paper to write down a prescription. "You won't find Mayweed on the market. However, the Pace family has a few plants in their herb garden. Follow Tina later to pick one. Grind the Mayweed into juice, extract the liquid from its

it every two days. In about two weeks, you

deep breath, his voice trembling. "Two weeks? That's all it will

lit

work, feel free to come back to me anytime,"

nodding in

slender man with a sharp, cold presence. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, which glinted under the stage lights. In his

refined tone. "Miss Natalie, my name is Smith Johnson. I am a postdoctoral researcher in Molecular and Cellular Physiology at Stanford

scientific jargon, left most of the

sipped her tea, her expression