Chapter 1648

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It didn’t take long for someone to dig up photos and news articles from her gold- medal win at the international math olympiad.

Someone else pulled up a viral shot of her from military training, and finally, a student actually enrolled at Cabinda Medical School confirmed her identity.

“Wait, she’s not even a student at our university?”

“She’s not taking a single note. What is she even doing here?”

“Just showing off that she’s a prodigy, I guess!”

Curiosity ran rampant through the back rows. However, anyone who showed up for the afternoon session quickly discovered exactly why Claire was there.

As the students filed in early for the second half of the symposium, a few saw Claire casually walking up to the main podium. Thinking she was lost, one of them kindly called out.

“Hey, you’re not from this university, are you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong room. This is a masterclass seminar. The instructor this afternoon is a visiting specialist.”

Claire calmly set her laptop down on the podium.

“I’m in the right room.”

She replied smoothly, looking directly at the student in the back.

Barry and the other senior doctors, who had been chatting in the hallway, walked in right at that moment.

They were genuinely amused that the students had mistaken Claire for a lost undergrad.

And it wasn’t just the students. Even the visiting faculty who hadn’t been at yesterday’s closed-door conference assumed Claire was just a teaching assistant setting up the tech for an older professor.

“This kid has nerve. She looks completely unbothered standing up there.”

“Which doctor brought her? I thought this afternoon was a seminar on Traditional Medicine and advanced acupuncture?”

“She *is* the instructor for the acupuncture seminar,” Barry interjected casually as he took his seat in the front row.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” The room was heavily populated by visiting doctors from affiliated medical institutions.

They were the ones most skeptical that a girl barely out of high school was about to lecture them.

But reality hit like a freight train when the bell rang and Claire stepped out from behind the podium to take center stage.

Cooper, the guy who had offered her his seat that morning, stared at her in absolute shock.

“Why is she still standing up there? Is she trying to prank everyone into thinking she’s the professor?”

Oliver, who had been standing next to him all morning, nudged him. “Is it possible that she actually *is* the instructor?”

Cooper scoffed. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Look at her! She’s our age. She’s a freshman!”

“Maybe she just looks young?” Oliver pointed out, watching as Claire smoothly connected her laptop to the projector.

“She’s probably just setting up the slideshow for the real doctor. The older guys usually struggle with the tech so they bring amassistant to fun the slides.”

Cooper absolutely refused to believe that the pretty freshman he had tried to hit on was a medical master.

“If anyone is waiting for me to step down so the ‘real’ professor can take the stage, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.”

“I am your instructor for this session.”

The moment the words left her mouth, a tidal wave of whispers erupted across the lecture hall.

Nobody could process the fact that Claire was actually the one teaching the masterclass.

“My name is Claire. I am a freshman at Cabinda Medical School, and kam

the lead architect of the new

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bone cancer…”

As she concisely outlined her credentials, the chaotic murmurs in the room died down.

The fact that there was a new, viable direction for bone cancer treatment was explosive enough. The existence of a targeted medication was revolutionary.

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The malicious cells were being actively suppressed, and early-stage trials showed the medication alone could halt the progression, boasting a theoretical remission rate of seventy percent.

While it wasn’t a guaranteed cure, that percentage was astronomical in oncology.

Based on those results alone, Claire was more than qualified to command this

room.

The only sticking point was her terrifyingly young age.

But five minutes into her lecture, every shred of doubt evaporated.

To prove her point, she randomly called for a volunteer to demonstrate her

seemingly magical command of acupuncture.

Just as Lawler was about to step up and act as her dummy, Cooper-the guy from

the morning session—shot out of his seat.

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