Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 594

They'd all defended Crimson to some extent when she was humiliated, but Flora wasn't about to thank them for it.

If these guys had really had Crimson's back, would she have gotten beaten to within an inch of her life? They were basically just spectators, a notch better than those who enjoyed the show. Flora didn't cut ties with them completely, though.

The rest of the group lined up in two rows in front of Mr. Atticus’s table. Mr. Atticus, looking at the long queue and the array of medical tools laid out, was momentarily stunned before he caught on.

"Are you challenging me to a detox-off?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Flora didn't respond, just glanced at Elio at the front of the line. "Give me your hand."

Seeing her determination, Mr. Atticus couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. She wanted to challenge him to a detox competition? It was laughable and self-destructive! He was a mentor in the medical organization; where did she get the nerve to compete with him? If Flora wanted to humiliate herself, that was on her!

He scoffed inwardly, then looked at the person standing before him. "Come here, I'll detoxify you!"

If this had been earlier, the person would’ve been thrilled to have Mr. Atticus detoxify them. But now, excitement was the last thing he felt... instead, a chill ran down his spine.

What was Flora scheming? She'd locked them up before, practically wishing them dead, and now she had Mr. Atticus detoxifying them? There had to be some catch, right?

Flora didn't care what they were thinking. She made Elio sit down, took his wrist, and picked up a scalpel to cut his palm. But before the blade could touch him, Elio grabbed her hand, his face stern. "I don't know what you're up to, but I don't have time for this. Nina is waiting for me. Let me go, now."

Elio understood; he hadn't protected Crimson, and now Flora despised him for it. Flora, expressionless, cut open his palm, and crimson blood flowed down his hand. Then, she applied a crushed pill to his wound. She didn't bandage it, letting the blood continue to flow.

Flora took out a packet of silver needles, stood up, and expertly inserted the needles into his Baihui, Tinggong, Fengchi, and Shenmen points. After finishing, she said coldly, "Come back in twenty minutes to have the needles removed. Bandage your hand yourself."

"Next."

Elio, clutching his hand, stepped aside. The man behind him, a bit fearful, glanced at Flora and silently stretched out his hand. Meanwhile, Mr. Atticus was also administering acupuncture.

His field was alternative medicine, an ancient art of acupuncture that had flourished for millennia. Detoxifying a simple poison was child's play for him. While treating others, he couldn't help but steal glances at Flora.