Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 521

He was genuinely floored.

With Flora and Connor's assistance, the surgery wrapped up quickly and smoothly. Right then, the ambulance pulled up.

"Dr. Ray!"

The lead doctor recognized Dr. Ray and was thrilled to see him. "This young man is so lucky to have come across you."

If not for Dr. Ray, the boy might have been a goner by the time they arrived.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The boy's sister, tears streaming down her face, thanked them with a trembling voice before climbing into the ambulance.

Saving lives took priority, so the doctor quickly hopped into the ambulance to leave. The crowd of onlookers also slowly dispersed.

Dr. Ray instinctively looked around for Flora but realized she had already vanished.

Where did she go? Just left like that?

Dr. Ray felt a pang of disappointment. He genuinely liked this girl. Her professional knowledge was on point, and her clinical skills were impressive. Their seamless teamwork earlier made him consider offering her a position in his lab.

He recalled Flora's eyes, sparkling like cold stars, and unexpectedly, the image of Flora wearing a mask popped into his head. But he quickly brushed off the thought.

How could that young girl be the same Flora? They might share a somewhat similar vibe, but everything else was entirely different. In the lab, Flora always had her hair tied up, rarely spoke, and was generally reserved. But this young girl was different, with her hair flowing over her shoulders and a youthful vibe when she spoke to the boy next to her; she was simply delightful.

He held quite a grudge against Flora, feeling she couldn't even hold a candle to the young girl.

While buying some stinky tofu for his wife, Dr. Ray thought about checking out the medical college when he had time, hoping to replace that girl. People with talent like hers were the ones who deserved to stay in the lab, not like Flora.

Just thinking about Flora gave Dr. Ray a headache.

Meanwhile, Flora and Connor continued to wander through the night market.

After a while, Flora felt parched. "Connor, I'm a bit thirsty."

"Hold on, I'll grab you a bottle of water." Luckily, there was a convenience store right up ahead. Connor said softly, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go buy some water." "Okay."

Connor strode into the store and picked up a bottle of room-temperature mineral water.

“Ma'am, I really didn't mean to come without money... My wallet was stolen... I'll come back and pay you next time, is that okay?" Libby, holding a bunch of items at the counter, anxiously explained.

"If you can't pay now, maybe your friend could bring the money," the cashier said, smiling politely but firmly.

After all, she was working too, and now that the tags were removed, if Libby didn't pay, she would have to cover it herself.

Libby felt awkward. She was usually buried in her studies and didn't have close relationships with her roommates, leaving her at a loss about who to ask for help. Moreover, it was quite embarrassing.

"I'll cover it for her." Connor, holding the water, walked over and handed his card to the cashier. He thought Libby was blocking his way to pay.

The man's deep, magnetic voice rang in Libby's ears. She looked up, first seeing a broad, sturdy chest, then the man's handsome, firm features. Her heart skipped a beat.

The cashier quickly processed the transaction and handed the card back to Connor. Connor took the water and strode out.

"Hey, sir..." Libby hurried after him. "Thank you for paying for me... Maybe we could exchange contact information? I can pay you back next time we meet. I study at the nearby University of Maple Grove."

She deliberately mentioned her university to craft an image of a learned woman in front of Connor. Her face was slightly red, convinced that Connor must like her too... Otherwise, why would he pay just for her? Wasn't this an attempt to strike up a conversation?

Connor instantly saw through what Libby was thinking. His brows knitted together, feeling a bit annoyed, he coldly and distantly said, "I'm already engaged."