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

Mr. Tanner could hardly contain his excitement. "Shawn, my boy, who on earth cured you?"

He had to meet this person! They must be a top-notch expert in rehabilitation. They could share professional insights, grab a coffee, maybe even hit a spa together. After all, at his age, wellness was key!

"The person who cured me is Flora," Shawn's voice brimmed with pride and a touch of arrogance whenever he mentioned Flora.

"Wait, wait, wait, Shen... who?!" Mr. Tanner suddenly stammered, his head snapping up to look at Shawn. His eyes were like saucers!

"Who did you say again?" He paused for a moment, then asked urgently, his voice trembling slightly. Was it the Flora he knew?

Mr. Tanner's shock was understandable. Shawn's Flora was truly exceptional.

"Mr. Tanner, you heard me right. I said Flora," Shawn nodded firmly. "Flora is amazing. She completely healed my hand in less than a month."

Hearing the name 'Flora' again, clearly and confidently, left Mr. Tanner utterly gobsmacked. He had assumed that the healer must be some reclusive genius doctor, someone around his own age. Never in a million years did he think it would be a girl not even twenty years old. Could that young woman really be that incredible?

"Mr. Tanner, I have to go now. My exam is about to start! Goodbye!" With less than ten minutes to the exam, the invigilator came out to hurry them along. Shawn quickly headed into the examination hall, leaving Mr. Tanner standing there, shocked and unable to gather his thoughts for a long while.

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Meanwhile...

Flora also entered the examination hall. Each candidate was meticulously scanned by the invigilators to ensure they weren't bringing in anything forbidden.

When it was Flora's turn, the short-haired female teacher glanced at her admission ticket. Her eyes flickered when she saw the name 'Flora,' and she calmly said, "Go on in."

Flora strode in, her eyes quickly taking in the rows of seats until she found her spot. "Flora!"

Someone suddenly called her name. The voice sounded familiar. Flora turned and saw Selene in the last row by the window. She had lost a lot of weight, looked weary, and the sharpness in her eyes seemed to have dulled.

"What a coincidence," Flora raised an eyebrow, surprised to see her here.

"Thank you," Selene approached and whispered. She wasn't foolish. She knew she had no ties to Club 257, so their sudden rescue must have been arranged by someone. After some thought, Flora was the only person who came to mind.

During that time on the island, everyone from Club 257 had treated Flora with respect. Only she had the influence to get Club 257 to come to her aid. Flora took her seat, looked up at Selene, and after a moment's thought, said, "Thank Howell more than me. He did most of the work."

Selene bit her lip. That man... he had been really good to her. She still remembered the scene where he had rushed into the dungeon to carry her out. "Have you fallen for him?" Flora asked, noticing Selene's blushing face.

"I have not!" Selene, who rarely blushed, hurried back to her seat as the invigilator asked everyone to settle down. She clenched her fists, looking at Flora's back. With Flora's skills, representing Austenberg at Lone Island was a sure thing. She

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The bell rang, and the invigilator began handing out the papers. Flora quickly scanned the questions; they were exceptionally tough. She thought that Shawn might have a hard time with them.

The questions were incredibly difficult, almost on par with medical competition questions. Everyone was scratching their heads, nearly in tears, not even sure how to start.

And there was Flora, writing swiftly. She became the focus of the entire hall. Her speed was incredible! It seemed as if she didn't need to think at all, just directly writing down the answers.