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

"Mr. Woods, we told you from the start, letting this young lady operate was a bad idea, but you wouldn't listen!" The doctors, eager to save lives, were in a frenzy.

In the operating room, everyone was on edge, except for Fiona. Holding the scalpel, she remained cool and composed.

"Stop what you're doing, there's heavy bleeding, step aside!"

The doctors were desperate for Fiona to stop. She continued Adam's surgery, scalpel in hand. They didn't dare physically remove her, hoping she'd stop on her own, but Fiona was unwavering. "Beep beep beep-"

The alarm kept blaring. One beep after another. It was unnerving.

Jackson, with his hands resting at his sides, was tense too. His intense eyes scanned the chaos, settling on Fiona. The girl was calm, unflinching.novelbin

"Everyone, quiet down. Don't disturb her," Jackson's voice cut through, rough yet commanding. "Anyone who makes another noise, get out." "Mr. Woods-"

"Hold on! The vitals are stabilizing!"

Suddenly, a doctor shouted out. "The bleeding has stopped!" "The bullet is out!"

It was okay! Really okay!

The doctors were dumbfounded. It had turned around so fast! How?

They watched Fiona, who stayed serene and expressionless as she removed the bullet and placed it on the tray.

Silence enveloped the room.

"Hemostat, gauze," Fiona's calm voice broke the quiet.

The doctors, still in shock, took a moment to respond, "Oh, oh, oh..."

After a quick cleanup, Fiona, looking a bit tired placed the blood-soaked gauze on the tray and said lightly, "What was with all the yelling? As medical professionals, you should stay composed." en

She paused, her tone sharp, "I really question your professionalism."

She was generally approachable, but the earlier commotion had pushed her buttons. If Jackson hadn't been there, she might have thrown in the towel. The doctors felt a wave of shame wash over them.

"The situation's stable, and the bullet's out. Now, dress the wound, and don't tell me you can't handle that."

Ignoring the doctors' reactions,

Fiona stepped down from the

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operating table and walked over to Jackson. She wanted to make a cheek comment, but the sterile gown was uncomfortable. "Don't worry, he's going to be fine

"Thank you." Jackson's heart finally eased.

"I'm off to change," Fiona grinned, and Jackson followed her out, leaving the doctors to finish up.

...

Once Fiona had changed, she came out to find Adam's surgery was completely done.

Adam's right-hand man, Erik, who had looked down on Abby earlier, had gone to track down Séraphine per Jackson's orders. Upon hearing of Adam's successful surgery, he rushed to the operating room

Seeing Adam being wheeled out, Erik hurried over. Adam's face was still pale, but his breathing was even, and his chest wound was well-dressed, allowing him to finally relax.

He then turned to Fiona, who had changed into her regular clothes. At this moment, any disdain he had felt before was replaced with admiration.

"Miss, thank you."

He now understood. It was Fiona who had turned the tide, pulling Adam back from the brink.

Fiona smiled, her tone softer yet still confident. "Do you believe me now?"

The man nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment.