"Anyone elseing over?" Flora asked, rubbing her sore wrists nonchntly.


    No one answered.


    The folks from Club 257 and Empire Base wouldn''t dare cross over, even if it meant staying poisoned forever. No way.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Their leader, Ms. Flora, had mad medical skills, way beyond that of Mr. Atticus. They knew they''d be begging Flora for help eventually. "Have some water," Connor said, handing her an insted mug.


    Flora took it and sipped, the water sweetened just right with honey. She pursed her lips, took another sip, and handed it back.


    "Next time, a little less honey."


    "Got it!" Connor nodded, delighted to see Flora''s mood lighten. He''d been fretting over her, especially with all the stress about Crimson. Seeing her rx, even a bit, was a relief.


    "Ms. Flora! Come on, take your pick!" An Empire Base disciple sat down, cheerfully extending his hand to Flora.


    Those who refused Ms. Flora''s treatment were missing out! He wished everyone else would leave so Ms. Flora could have a break.


    "Ms. Flora, that Mr. Atticus guy seems to have actually cured someone. What do we do now?" Lance whispered, his anger rising as the crowd practically idolized Mr. Atticus. No way they could let him hog all the glory, right?


    "Him?" Flora scoffed. "He''s not that good."


    Initially, Flora thought the poison was his doing, but after analyzing it, she dismissed the idea. He wasn''t capable of creating such a toxin, nor curing it. She''d seen his detox process; he missed two crucial steps. Trouble was brewing.


    "Why do I feel like I''m not itching or hurting anymore?"


    "Me too!"


    Those Flora treated first were astonished to find themselvespletely healed. Not only pain-free but also energized, like they could bust out a Tai Chi routine on the spot!


    Elio let out a breath, feeling refreshed and clear-headed. He looked at Flora with newfound respect; her skills were no joke.


    "She actually cured them?"


    Mr. Atticus''s line was long, and many were still waiting. Hearing the surprise exmations, some folks regretted rushing over. Had they stayed put, they''d probably be cured by now and wouldn''t have risked offending Flora.


    "She''s so young, her medical skills can''t be as good as Mr. Atticus''s. I still trust him more. Who knows what side effects her treatment might have."


    The others murmured in agreement, careful not to let Flora hear.


    Mr. Atticus overheard and smirked, thinking Floraparing her skills to his wasughable. But before his smile could fade, a cry of rm surged from the crowd!


    A persony on the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing uncontrobly...