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.

steady. "Don't worry. Let me first take a look at

hesitated but eventually nodded. However, seeing the crowd around

the stage called out teasingly, "You're a grown man. Don't be shy. If it makes you

his suit jacket, revealing a black shirt underneath. Beneath

was finally exposed, 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, emitting a foul stench that filled the air. Those standing close to the stage were visibly nauseated, covering their noses and backing away. Many averted their eyes, unable

are bright red. Typically, this is accompanied by symptoms such as dry mouth, bitterness on the tongue, irritability, and a red tongue with a yellow

man, his face brightening with hope, obediently opened his mouth. Natalie nodded, her observations

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

worsened, causing even the man

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

two days. In about two weeks, you should be

voice trembling. "Two weeks? That's all it

lit up with

come

glances, nodding in agreement at

stepped up. This was a tall, slender man with a sharp, cold presence. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, which glinted under the stage lights. In

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

jargon, left most of

tea, her expression calm. "Go