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It sounded as though Winter was genuinely concerned.

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Angela kept her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze cold and clear. “Thank you for your concern, Winter.”

Then, she returned to her book, her dark hair framing her face in soft waves. Only half of her face was visible,

but it was enough to captivate with its beauty. Her forehead was smooth and radiant, adding to her allure.

Winter smiled lightly, saying a courteous “You're welcome” before turning her attention away from Angela.

It was rumored that Angela had been admitted by the teacher's special arrangement, not even finishing her

exams, only completing half of them. No one knew what was so special about Angela to make even someone as

strict as Noah open the back door for her.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. A doctor in a white coat was waiting at the entrance, scanning the

surroundings. As soon as he spotted the familiar car plate, he approached them.

After parking the car, Noah shook hands with the doctor and briefly introduced Angela and the others before

leading them toward the back of the hospital.

Hospitals, with their constant flow of people, were where the stark realities of life and death. were most vividly

displayed.

After passing through a corridor and exiting a door, they entered a wide outdoor plaza with tables lined up, each

with a doctor's nwritten on it. Since it was a charity clinic, there were already many people waiting at each

table when they arrived.

“Professor Noah, this is your station. If you need anything, just have your students find me. I'll be in the office,”

the doctor said in a gentle tone, leaving his office address and phone number.

Noah waved his hand dismissively, quickly putting on his prepared white coat and sitting down. He glanced at

Louis, who immediately picked up the cue and carefully stored away the contact information.

Angela glanced around. Noah's reputation was significant; there were far more people waiting at his station than

at others, at least a hundred.

Naturally, it was impossible for Noah to handle them all. Angela immediately knew she was right about him

bringing them three along to be used as free labor.

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After taking his seat and gulping down sweather, Noah began swiftly organizing. “Winter, go over to

Professor Lambert and coordinate with him. Louis, you team up with Angela. Stick to the usual routine; Louis, you

fill Angela in.”

After that, Noah started seeing patients immediately, taking their pulses and asking about their conditions. He

was indeed efficient.

Angela quickly adapted and turned to Louis, asking, “What do I need to do?”

Not having been involved in previous coordination, Angela wasn’t familiar with the routine.

Louis was about to explain when Winter intervened, her expression grave. “There are too many patients today,

far beyond what we anticipated. | suggest Angela go and assist Professor Lambert. Louis and | will continue as a

team. We've worked together many times and have experience.

“Plus, Professor Lambert has fewer patients. It'll be easier for Angela to manage, unlike things here with

Professor Noah, where it can get chaotic and stressful.”

Louis’ face turned cold, his dark eyes sweeping over them. “Hurry up and decide. I'll go get busy.”

With that, Louis walked past them without giving much face, starting to work.

Unlike his usual self, Louis, now questioning patients, spoke with a gentle, soothing tone, calm, composed, and

swiftly calming down anxious patients.

Winter smiled lightly, patting Angela’s shoulder. “What do you say, Angela?”

“I'm good with any arrangements,” said Angela as she shot Winter a plain glance after warming up her wrists

and putting on a surgical mask.

Without waiting for Winter to say anything else, Angela turned and headed toward the position marked with a

sign bearing Declan’s name.

Winter bit her lip, unsure why, despite achieving her goal, Angela's glance made her uncomfortable and left her

feeling stifled. But a few seconds later, Winter's emotions. returned to normal. She believed she made the right

move.

With this large-scale joint charity clinic, every professor brought along their own students, all of whom were

predetermined. Winter needed to seize this opportunity to shine and stand out during the clinic.

Louis, gifted and talented, was unmatched among the younger generation. Only by teaming up could they

maximize their advantages.

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After casting a deep glance at Angela’s departing figure, Winter resolutely turned to collaborate with Louis.

Every ten patients were sorted into categories: mild cases, severe cases, and complex cases, Angela and Louis

were responsible for mild cases, while complex cases were referred to Noah for diagnosis. Cases that couldn't be

diagnosed were immediately handled through joint consultations.

“Professor Lambert, hello. I'm Professor Noah's student, and | am here to assist you. What do you needto

do?” Angela asked softly.

Declan was overwhelmed with work at this moment, barely having tto drink water. Hearing that he had

assistance, he was so happy he could shed tears.

Originally, he was supposed to have a student with him, but his favorite student had broken his leg while playing

basketball and was still lying in the hospital. Unable to find a suitable replacement at such short notice, he asked

Noah to assign him a student for emergency assistance.

Declan turned around with joy but froze when he saw Angela. She looked younger than expected, with a neat

bun on her head. Although she wore a mask, her bright eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Without a doubt, she

possessed extraordinary beauty beneath the mask.

D*mn, Noah, you good old b*stard. | didn’t think you'd assignsuch a beautiful assistant!

But seeing her young age and fresh face, Declan changed his plan. Instead of assigning her patients, he decided

to give her smiscellaneous tasks.

Feeling uplifted by the sight of the beautiful girl, Declan kindly instructed her on what she needed to do, even

writing down a simple guide for her to refer to, just in case she forgot.

Taking the paper, Angela glanced at the words written on it, quietly folded it, and tucked it into her pocket. Then,

she began assisting Declan without hesitation.

Here, with fewer patients, Angela divided them into groups of five and distributed number cards. While glancing

at the medical records, she selected patients suitable for Professor Lambert, whose profession was in the

digestive system. Many cases were common gastrointestinal issues like gastritis, peptic ulcers, and gastroptosis.

“Doctor, please take a look. My grandson hasn't been eating well these past few days. He feels nauseous and

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has been vomiting for days, but it hasn’t improved,” explained an anxious grandmother, accompanied by a

teenage boy who seemed quite uncomfortable, leaning against her with closed eyes, whimpering softly, and

appearing somewhat dazed.

Declan checked the young man’s pulse, which was a bit weak. Then, after reviewing the

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medical history, he noticed that the young man was in high school, under a lot of academic pressure, had

irregular cating habits, and was already suffering from gastritis.

“What has he been eating recently?” Declan asked, puzzled. The symptoms seemed to match gastroenteritis,

but the pulse didn’t quite fit.

Pressing on the young man’s abdomen, Declan inquired, “Does it hurt or feel bloated?”

With gentle breaths, the young man muttered softly, “It hurts... Just treatalready. Are you really a doctor?

I'm dying here.”

The sudden outburst from the young man left Declan looking flushed and somewhat flustered. “I need to know

what's exactly wrong,” he argued.

Quickly, the grandmother covered the young man’s mouth, apologizing guiltily, “I’m sorry, I'm sorry. He wasn’t

like this before.”

Observing quietly from the side, Angela suddenly pulled up the boy’s sleeve, revealing several red spots on his

skin.

“What... What are you doing? Let go of me!” the young man protested.

Angela gave him a sideways glance, then reached for his wrist and pressed on his numbing acupoint. Just like

that, the young man, who had been irritable just moments ago, suddenly went limp.

Angela then lifted the young man’s shirt from behind. r

Releasing him, Angela calmly stated, “It's a minor poisoning.”

more red spots on his back.

“What are you doing, Angela? Let go of him. You're only a sophomore. What are you doing, diagnosing?”

Suddenly, a sharp voice erupted from behind. “I'm sorry, my junior is just speaking nonsense.”