Chapter 1649
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“I volunteer!”
Cooper raised his hand high, his face burning crimson.
He mustered the courage, partly out of sheer embarrassment over how he had treated her that morning.
But primarily, it was a desperate attempt to get close to her.
Maybe this was his chance to establish a connection?
Wait, no. That was a terrible idea.
There was an insurmountable wall between a professor and a student.
Even though Claire had explicitly stated she was a freshman at Cabinda Medical School, in this room, she was undeniably the master.
While Cooper’s mind was a whirlwind of anxiety, Claire didn’t think twice about it.
“The student in the back row wearing the plaid shirt. Come on down.”
Cooper practically leaped out of his seat, catching his foot on the chair leg and nearly face-planting in front of the entire hall.
Claire suppressed a smile. “Take your time.”
A wave of laughter rippled through the back rows.
Cooper’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Thankfully, his slightly tan complexion hid the worst of the blush.
Claire pulled a chair to the center of the stage and gestured for him to sit.
Cooper was a diligent student, but he spent hours hunched over video games in his dorm, leaving his shoulders knotted and tense.
Claire began the acupuncture demonstration, specifically targeting the severe tension in his upper back. In a flash, several silver needles were precisely embedded in his muscles.
“The girl’s technique is immaculate,” a veteran alternative medicine practitioner muttered from the front row.
The Western surgeons in the room didn’t fully grasp the intricacies of the art, but they had all seen traditional doctors work. Claire’s fluid, effortless motions were easily on par with masters who had practiced for fifty years.
“It’s not just immaculate. Look at how she places the needles-zero hesitation, lightning-fast. She has an encyclopedic, instinctual mastery of human anatomy.”
“Her youth is actually a massive advantage here; her stamina and steady hands are flawless. Barry, you said she was instrumental in the bone cancer trials and actually provided the breakthrough theory?”
One of the senior surgeons turned to Barry for confirmation.
Barry nodded emphatically. “I didn’t exaggerate a single word.”
“She is a generational talent. Her potential is limitless.”
Dr. Terrance loudly echoed the praise. Soon, two more senior physicians volunteered to go on stage and personally experience Claire’s acupuncture techniques.
The respect for her in the room skyrocketed.
During the Q&A segment, seasoned specialists peppered her with highly complex inquiries, and she handled every single one with surgical precision.
When some of the doctors learned she was formally majoring in Western Clinical Medicine, they began throwing brutal surgical scenarios at her. Claire didn’t flinch, answering flawlessly.
Her ability to effortlessly bridge the gap between Eastern and Western disciplines left every physician in the room entirely stunned.
“Wait, if she’s a prodigy in Traditional Medicine, why is she wasting time studying Western Clinical Medicine? It’s a complete bastardization of her talent The older traditional doctor who had praised her earlier suddenly looked highly offended.
He shot Barry a deeply suspicious glare.
“Barry, this girl is destined to be a national treasure in our field. Did you brainwash
her into crossing over to surgery?”
Even though they operated in completely different medical disciplines, the old
doctor, Dr. Gerald, had known Barry for years.
He was furious at the thought of a surgeon poaching a once-in-a-century traditional talent.
Barry quickly held his hands up in surrender. “Don’t put that on me. I had nothing to do with it. She’s been studying traditional methods since she was a toddler. She effectively mastered it by the time she hit high. school, which is why she pivoted to clínical surgery.”
Old Gerald practically choked. “What do you mean ‘mastered it’? Our discipline is boundlessly profound! You can’t just ‘master’ it in a decade!”
“A mind like hers should be exclusively dedicated to pushing the boundaries of the
old ways. What business does she have holding a scalpel?”
The Western surgeons immediately fired back, defending their turf.
“What’s wrong with a scalpel? Are you saying Western medicine is beneath her?”
“I’m not saying it’s beneath her. I’m saying Western surgery is mechanical and easy
to learn. True traditional mastery takes decades, and we are facing a severe shortage of successors!” Old Gerald argued passionately.
The surgeons paused. He wasn’t entirely wrong about the dying art of the old ways.
But if the girl wanted to pioneer a hybrid discipline, nobody had the right to chain her to one path.
As Old Gerald continued to grumble, Barry finally stepped in to drop the ultimate bombshell. Gerald, relax. It’s not like she’s abandoning the old ways She’s been studying Western medicine since she was a toddler, too.”
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Wait, what?
How was that physically possible?
Old Gerald wasn’t the only one staring at Barry in shock; the entire front row leaned
in.
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