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    Although Marissa had disguised herself the night before, she still felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Her cheeks flushed as Connor’s name shed on her phone screen


    The phone rang insistently before she gathered the courage to answer. Lowering her voice deliberately, she said, “Hello?”


    Connor’s voice, devoid of any emotion, came from the other end. “Grandma mentioned you promised to apany her to the medical conference and asked me to pick you up.”


    “No, thanks. I’ll take a taxi after I finish my work.”


    “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”


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    “Yes, I’m positive.”


    The moment she ended the call, she felt as though she was escaping something. She remembered Connor’s anger at the hotel earlier that day and dreaded the thought of facing him again as Doctor Riss at the conferenceter. Not just today but often in the future, she would have to meet him because she hadmitted to healing his brother’s legs—a promise she couldn’t break. Who would have thought that after trying to maintain her pride and dignity before him so many times, she would be vanquished by her relentless insomnia?


    Ferris had told her it would be three months before she could get her Serene Rest Pills, so offending Connor was not an option. She might need his help on other sleepless nights. This realization upset Marissa because it meant her vulnerability was exposed in front of Connor


    Just then, her phone rang again. This time, it was Landen. With a smile, she answered it. “Hello?”


    Landen’s excitement was palpable as he nearly shouted, “Tiffany, Dr. Riss has replied to my email!”


    Marissa shifted her phone away from her ear slightly. “Really? Congrattions!”


    “Why are you so calm?” Landen’s tone wasced with disappointment. “Didn’t you hear me? Let me repeat. Riss just sent me an email saying she’s looking forward to seeing me at the conference. She even sent an electronic invitation!”


    Landen’s enthusiasm amused Marissa, and she feigned astonishment. “Really? That’s fantastic. Congrattions!”


    “Haha…” Landen’sughter rang through. “Tiffany, you were right. I should hold onto my dream. I have a shot here. Without your encouragement to send my resume to Riss, I wouldn’t be this fortunate today! You should definitely join me at the medical conference. I’ll introduce you to Riss so you can meet this top-notch doctor. Maybe you’ll find some luck too! And if we’re really fortunate, we might just put A and Sansa in their ce. You wouldn’t believe how arrogant they’ve been. It’s almost driving me mad. Imagine how much worse they’d be if Riss chose A as her disciple!”


    Marissa responded after a moment, “Okay. I’m nning to go to the conference with Mrs. Arabe Daniels. I’ll see you there.”


    She hung up and turned her focus back to her inbox, where numerous unread emails awaited her attention. Riss’ personal email was a closely guarded secret, while this particr ount was established solely for receiving resumes, hence the plethora of messages. Deep down, Marissa was reluctant to take on a disciple, but her medical mentor had been insistent on the matter. Her mentor was no longer able to teach due to his age, and as his most proficient student, the duty of preserving and advancing their medical teachings had fallen to Marissa


    Ferris was also her mentor’s disciple. He was her senior but was willing to be her assistant. Usually, Ferris managed this specific email ount, sifting through emails and forwarding only the noteworthy resumes to Riss. Today, however, in her effort to reply to Landen, Marissa had decided to check the emails herself. She hadn’t anticipated that among them she would uncover something truly shocking!


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