Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 

“Ouch… it hurts so much…. 

The doctors, already in a state of panic, became even more flustered as the woman’s cries of pain echoed through the room. 

“What do we do now? We can’t control the situation!* 

“Administer propafenone and verapamil, one of the older doctors instructed. 

“But… she’s too weak right now. Giving her these drugs might be too much for her another doctor objected. 

“I know what I’m doing. Il control the dosage, the elder doctor reassured. Although he was well aware of the risks. There were no other options left. A bold move might still save the patient’s life. 

Flora, watching the doctors prepare the injection, spoke up with a calm but firm voice, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed. “If you inject that shell be dead in less than ten minutes.” 

The doctor holding the syringe trembled, almost jabbing it into his own thigh. He tumed to face Flora, his expression darkening when he noticed she was just a young girl. “Young Indy, what do you know!” 

At such a young age, what could she possibly know to question his decision? 

“The patient’s condition is too severe. Her body can’t handle the medication you’ve prepared. It’ll only speed up her death.” 

“Please escort this young lady out. We can’t have her disrupting our efforts to save a life!” The doctor, already at his wit’s end in the chaos, was irked by Flora’s interference. 

“Séraphine, can you treat our young miss?” The butler asked, still somewhat doubtful. 

It wasn’t that he judged her by appearance or age. He knew that history was full of young medical prodigies, but someone as young as Flora, claiming such expertise, was rare. 

After closely examining the woman’s condition, Flora made her diagnosis. “I’ve got a 70% chance now, but if we wait any longer, it’ll drop to 40% 

Despite her youth, her words carried weight, dispelling any doubts. Jordan, standing by the door, couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Flora upon hearing this. 

The butler was taken aback. They had consulted dozens of doctors for the young miss’s illness, and none had ever claimed such high certainty. He grew respectful, thinking, she truly was recommended by Queen Algria for a reason. 

He looked over at Jordan, who nodded. The butler then stepped forward and politely addressed the doctors, “You’ve all worked hard these past few days treating our young miss. We’ve prepared some pastries downstairs, please enjoy them and then rest in your 

rooms.” 

The doctors were utterly bewildered. The patient was in critical condition, yet the butler was asking them to go downstairs for pastries and rest. What did this mean?