Chapter 73

Epileptic seizures caused by a brain tumor compressing nerves could usually be cured by removing the tumor – the primary cause. Once the tumor was excised, most seizures resolved.

The doctor almost thought he was hearing things, but there was no mistake–he clearly heard the high school girl say she could do it herself.

After a long pause, he finally replied, “You must be joking, young lady.” Then he added reassuringly, “Don’t worry. While our doctors may not be as famous as Dr. Shelly from Yaleview Hospital, every attending physician here has decades of surgical experience. You’re in good hands.”

Shermaine pressed her lips together and remained silent.

Wearing her school uniform and without any ID on her, she knew she didn’t seem credible enough, so she simply gave up trying to explain.

The doctor picked up the phone to call for a specialist.

It wasn’t long before the specialist walked in.

The two doctors got straight to discussing the case.

Shermaine listened to their conversation and thought to herself, ‘No major issues here, but that poor girl–developing a tumor at such a young age. Tumor removal isn’t a complete cure, and the recurrence rate is still quite high.’

To ensure the student’s postoperative recovery, boost her survival chances, and enable her to take the SAT next year, Shermaine picked up a pen and paper from the desk and began writing a prescription.

After finishing the prescription, Shermaine handed it to the doctor. “Dr. Markley, this is a prescription for her postoperative recovery. Please follow my instructions for her medication after the surgery. Thank you.”

This was a first for Norman Markley.

‘Where did this girl even come from? Can the medicine really be taken so casually? Just use it like that? What if the patient develops complications later—who’s going to take responsibility?’ Norman couldn’t help but wonder.

But when he glanced at the prescription, his eyes widened in surprise. Softening his tone, he asked, “Young lady, may I ask who trained you in medicine?”

‘She must have a master,’ Norman mused.

Shermaine replied, “Danielle Shelly is my senior.”

‘In Wallington’s medical community, Danielle is legendary–famous for her youth and extraordinary medical skills. But how could Danielle’s apprentice be just a high school girl? That doesn’t make sense!’ Norman thought.

Danielle graduated from Sterling University.

Shermaine swiftly scribbled down a series of numbers. “This is Danielle’s personal number. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to her–just mention my name, Shermaine Shue.”

Her manner was so open and aboveboard, it didn’t seem like she was lying.

Moreover, the prescription was absolutely impeccable – meticulously detailed and professionally crafted. It resembled the work of a veteran practitioner with decades of experience. In fact, even the most seasoned herbalists might hesitate to prescribe such bold combinations as she did.

As soon as she left, the doctor turned to Norman and asked, “Dr. Markley, about that prescription…”

Norman murmured, “Priceless.”

The doctor was stunned. ‘Wait… so when she said she could perform the surgery herself earlier, she actually meant it?’

“Contact this number,” Norman instructed.

“Okay,” the doctor said, and dialed the number immediately.

Danielle picked up immediately. “Hello?”

The doctor instantly recognized that voice–it was his goddess, after all. He became so flustered he started stammering incoherently, until Norman took over the call. “Hello, Dr. Shelly. May I ask if you know Shermaine Shue?”

Danielle stated solemnly, “Shermaine is my junior sister.” Thinking Shermaine kept a low profile and often encountered obstacles practicing medicine, Danielle continued, ‘You should look into Sterling University’s genius all-round surgeon–Ms. Shue.”

After leaving the doctor’s office, Shermaine informed her teacher and then left the hospital, heading back to school.

Just then, an ambulance pulled up and paramedics helped out a sobbing college girl. “It was so scary…” she wailed, tears streaming down her face.

The counselor who got out of the ambulance with her scolded, “At your age, this is sheer recklessness! If Wendelyn hadn’t been passing by, you’d be in a body bag. Don’t you dare forget to thank her.”

The girl’s expression darkened. Resentfully, she said, “I only fell in because my legs gave out. If others hadn’t rushed over, there’s no way she would have jumped in to save me–she was just putting on a show.”

“How can you be so heartless? How dare you say something like that?”

The college girl protested in her heart, ‘I’m telling the truth! Why won’t you believe me? Fine, I’ll find proof to show you.’

Because the incident happened at the prestigious Basterel University and involved Wendelyn, the campus belle, the media quickly capitalized on the story. Soon, she was trending online–dubbed “Most Beautiful College Girl” by netizens.

That afternoon, at the tennis court, phone in hand, Roy approached Joshua, who had just finished playing and was drinking water in the rest area. With his glasses off, his eyes looked more intense and predatory than ever.

“Joshua, look! Wendelyn–Most Beautiful College Girl. Too bad you didn’t go for her!”

Joshua tilted his head back, taking a swig of water. At those words, he abruptly crushed the bottle in his hand, his eyes darkening. In a dangerously low voice, he said, “I’ve told you before–don’t mention her in front of me.”

Just then, Henry came back from the court, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

With a smirk, he said, “Roy, if you keep this up, Joshua might just banish you to some backwater.” He added teasingly, “So, how much did Wendelyn pay you to keep shilling for her in front of him?”

Roy sulkily put away his phone. “She’s actually a good person–how come none of you can see that?”

Henry couldn’t be bothered with him.

He didn’t care what Wendelyn was like. As long as Joshua didn’t think much of her, that was all that mattered.

Joshua suddenly added in a dangerously low voice, “Stay away from that hacker. Don’t you dare bother her again.”

Roy looked bewildered. “Joshua, why? This is my first crush on someone in our field. Why are you trying to kill my vibe?”

Joshua stated tersely, “She’s mine.”