Noah could sense Claire's genuine kindness, and it warmed his heart.
Ever since Harrison had brought him back, he had received nothing but pure malice from the Darwin family.
The outside world was also full of vicious rumors about his identity.
Claire likely knew exactly who he was, but she didn't judge him.
"Thank you, Claire. I'm sorry for all the trouble you've been put through lately."
Noah meant every word.
Even though she had been brought in by the head surgeon, it had still been her choice to help.
After all, she had volunteered her time and hadn't received a single dime in consultation fees.
Claire shook her head. "I was just doing my job."
She hadn't asked for any payment. To her, Harrison's case had been an incredible
opportunity to learn from top experts like Dr. Quentin Quincy.
However, she soon received a notification for a substantial deposit.
It was wired by the head surgeon's assistant.
The surgeon had transferred his entire consultation fee directly to Claire.
He also included a message thanking her for her hard work and reassuring her that the failed resuscitation wasn't her fault.
Claire had successfully managed to ease Harrison's pain; she had done everything she possibly could.
Worried she might be blaming herself, the surgeon had even asked his assistant to check on her.
In truth, Claire didn't need the comfort.
Having studied under Mary and Hale for so long, she had seen her fair share of life and death.
She wasn't going to doubt her own skills just because they couldn't save Harrison.
Harrison's life had simply reached its natural end. Forcing him to linger would have been cruel.
Claire carried no emotional burden over it.
When the surgeon heard from his assistant about Claire's steady mindset, he fell silent for a moment before saying, "That kid is a born healer. She handles this better than I do."
Back when he was her age, he definitely hadn't possessed that level of clarity.
The surgeon was incredibly busy, so the fact that he took the time to check on Claire was already very thoughtful.
Claire, on her end, didn't blame him for leaving Harrison in her care and letting her shoulder the responsibility.
As soon as she got back to campus, she crashed and slept for hours.
When she finally returned to class, the professor who had threatened to fail her immediately called her to his office.
Her counselor, Zane Harrison, was also there.
"Mr. Harrison, is something wrong?"
Claire genuinely had no idea what was going on.
Zane glanced at the older professor beside him.
"I'm not the one who wanted to see you. It was Professor Yancy."
"He said you lied in class and skipped his lecture."
"I believe you're not that kind of student, so just explain things clearly to him."
Seeing Professor Yancy, Claire finally realized what this was about.
It was about the day she received the emergency call and rushed off to The Federal Medical Center.
"Professor Yancy, I apologize for walking out in the middle of your lecture."
"But my patient was in critical condition. I really didn't have a choice..."
Professor Vancy's expare
stern. "Claire, I know you are
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exceptional, but a top student
should be humble and willingt
learn, not arrogant!"
In his eyes, Claire was blatantly lying.
She was only a freshman. There was no way she had a patient of her own.
"Professor you can call Dr. Quentin Quincy, the Head of Neurosurgery at The
Federal Medical Center and ask him yourself."
The Head of Neurosurgery at The Federal Medical Center?
Zane didn't know who that was, but Professor Yancy certainly did.
Professor Yancy actually picked up his phone and made the call.
He soon learned that Claire had been participating in Harrison's emergency resuscitation, and that the man had since passed away.
His harsh expression softened, but he remained serious.
"Claire, I apologize. I misunderstood you."
"I had no idea that at your age, your skills in traditional medicine and acupuncture
were already on par with a master's."
Professor Yancy was strict, but he was also a reasonable man.
He admitted his mistakes when he was wrong.
He didn't think there was any shame in apologizing to a student.
He had let his preconceived notions cloud his judgment, assuming she was lying.