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

The young guy was in his early twenties, now lying on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his face turning a worrying shade of purplish blue. He was gasping for air, clearly in a lot of pain. The crowd around him was frozen in fear, no one daring to get closer, though one good Samaritan quickly dialed 911.

The girl kneeling beside him was just as terrified, having never faced something like this before. She was at a complete loss, only able to cry non-stop.

"Move! Move!"

Dr. Ray, who had been grabbing some stinky tofu nearby, rushed over. "I'm a doctor, please let me through!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately parted to let him through.

Seeing Dr. Ray, the girl looked at him like he was a miracle worker: "Please, you have to save him! Please!"

"Lay him flat on the ground!"

She quickly did as she was told, letting go of the young man.

The young man was curled up in agony on the ground, struggling to breathe, as if he might suffocate any second.

"Has anyone called an ambulance?" Dr. Ray asked urgently.

The situation was dire; the young man needed to get to a hospital ASAP or he might actually suffocate.

"It's on the way, but it might take a while to get here."

Dr. Ray was in a state of high anxiety. The young man needed immediate surgery, but he had no tools on hand.

"Let me see."

The girl's voice was calm and slightly lazy, and then suddenly she was right beside Dr. Ray.

Dr. Ray glanced over.

The girl had long, slightly curled hair that fell softly over her shoulders. Her skin was pale and beautiful, and she looked no older than twenty.

Dr. Ray felt a strange sense of familiarity looking at her.

"What's this?"

He watched as she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, opened it, and a scent of gardenia filled the air, mixed with an indescribable but pleasant aroma.

"It's a perfume I made," Flora replied casually, applying it to the young man's nostrils, behind his ears, and where his jaw met his neck.

Perfume? Now?

Just as Dr. Ray was about to say something, he noticed the young man's breathing gradually becoming less labored. His face also lost its prior purplish hue. Dr. Ray was stunned. Could perfume really do that?

He had heard of perfumers, but could this girl be one of them?

Flora ignored Dr. Ray's curious gaze, her brows furrowing at the young man's still poor complexion.

They couldn't wait any longer. The young man needed immediate surgery. Otherwise, he might suffocate before the ambulance arrived.

Flora opened her backpack and took out a set of surgical tools.

"Dr. Ray, you'll perform the surgery. I'll assist."

Flora could have done the surgery herself, but why not use the available help?

She recognized Dr. Ray, but he clearly didn't recognize her.

Dr. Ray was thrilled to see a full set of surgical tools. With these, the young man had a fighting chance!

Then it hit him-Flora had called him by name. Did this young woman know him?NôvelDrama.Org content.

Dr. Ray observed her, noting she carried surgical tools and must be a medical student. Could she be from University of Maple Grove's medical school?

Though curious, there was no time for questions. He quickly took the scalpel.

The scalpel was already sterilized and ready for use. Given the urgency, they had to proceed without anesthesia.

Flora called out, "Connor, get over here and help me hold him down."

Connor strode over to the young man's side, squatting down, his strong hands firmly holding the trembling body.

Dr. Ray's incisions were quick, precise, and unflinching, causing the young man to convulse in pain, but each struggle was firmly countered by Connor's strength.

Connor's grip was strong; no matter how much pain the young man was in, he couldn't move.

What impressed Dr. Ray even more was Flora. This young woman, who seemed quite young, displayed exceptional professional skills, far surpassing many seasoned medical professionals.