Chapter 1810

In the medical field, the association referred to here was an elite organization. Its members were either highly reputable figures like Professor Zeller or individuals with exceptionally powerful connections, like Harley.
The majority of the association fell into two categories. The first was well-connected individuals who used their influence to secure their positions. The second was a rare group who stayed out of cliques and politics, dedicating themselves solely to their craft. These individuals were admitted into the association based purely on merit and skill.
Wilfred had once belonged to this latter group before he chose to leave the association.
Karina had learned all this inadvertently from Wilfred, whose brief mentions of the association had piqued her curiosity for a long time. Finally catching sight of the association’s forum, her eyes instinctively lit up.
But then her gaze landed on a highlighted post in bold red letters:
“How Can an Unknown Nobody Pull Off a Groundbreaking Surgery? Click to Uncover the Truth!”
Yvette quickly snatched her phone back. “Don’t mind it. Clickbait like that is everywhere. It’s nothing new.”
The reluctance in Yvette’s actions spoke volumes. Karina didn’t push for the phone but could already guess the post’s content wasn’t anything positive.
She let out a soft sigh, her voice tinged with disappointment. “I used to think the association might be respectable, but this just wiped out any hope I had. Letting people post garbage like that? It says a lot about what kind of place it is.”
Yvette’s eyes widened in alarm. She quickly glanced around and clamped a hand over Karina’s mouth. “Are you crazy? Saying something like that out loud? You’ve got some nerve!”
Karina pulled her hand away. “Why shouldn’t I say it? I performed that surgery with my own skill. And now they’re spreading malicious lies about me behind my back? I didn’t even click on the post-God knows what filth is inside.”
Even the most patient person would be angered by such slander, and Karina was far from the patient type. Or maybe, she thought, it was years of suppressing her temper that had finally worn thin.
“I won’t put up with this nonsense anymore,” she muttered, the fire in her eyes unmistakable.
Yvette stared at her, half in disbelief, before warning sternly, “What are you planning to do? Blow up the association? Let me remind you-your graduate school dreams depend on a single word from
people in there.”
Karina frowned, feeling a deep sense of disgust not toward Yvette’s words, but at her own inability to argue against them.
The feeling didn’t linger long. It quickly gave way to a growing dislike for the association.
She’d never fully understood why Wilfred always seemed to frown and grow cold whenever the association was mentioned. But now, she finally did. Trying to shake off her frustration, she began scrolling through her study materials and emails. Her eyes stopped on a new email that had just arrived. “Wait,” Yvette gasped, pointing at the screen. “Did the association just email you?”
Karina was equally surprised. She had never thought she had any connection to the association. If anything, her only “relationship” with them was the frustration and anger she felt from being slandered and fatsely accused.
If one of their representatives had shown up right then, she wouldn’t have hesitated to confront them head-on.
But instead of a person, what arrived was an email.
Karina hesitated for a moment before clicking it open.
It was a polite letter of greeting. The contents weren’t particularly noteworthy-just the usual pleasantries. What truly caught her attention was the signature at the bottom, Tim Zeller.
“Wait-what?” Yvette exclaimed,
pointing at the screen. Her voice
nearly broke. “Professor Zeller himself sent you an email? And left his phone number? Karina, does this mean he wants to take you on as a student?”
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