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    This email was, in essence, also a resume


    Marissa had seen numerous resumes detailing educational backgrounds, employment histories, and medical achievements. However, she had never encountered one that included bank ount information and even the password. The total in the ount was a staggering two hundred million dors


    In addition to the financial details, the email was filled with desperate pleas. The sender wanted to bribe Riss with money, hoping Riss would agree to take her on as an apprentice. Marissa found the email amusing. Before this, the same person had sent her an email nearly every day, pleading for a response


    The most recent email arrived just moments ago, slightly more verbose than the previous ones. “Doctor Riss, I’m not sure why you haven’t responded. Perhaps you’re too caught up in your work to notice my emails. But if you do see this, please respond. It’s my life’s greatest dream to be your apprentice. I am truly sincere. If you could just announce that you ept me as your apprentice, I would do anything. The medical conference is today, and I’m growing increasingly anxious. Please, Doctor Riss, take me on as your apprentice. If you turn me down, I won’t be able to face my family. You could save my life by agreeing.”


    After reading the email, Marissa logged out without a response, shaking her head in disbelief. How absurd it was for A to offer two hundred million dors just to be acknowledged as Doctor Riss’s apprentice! Marissa didn’t even consider A’s medical prowess; her actions alone were distasteful. She seemed desperate, almost embarrassingly so. Marissa would never assist her


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    Marissa recalled reading about Tiffany’s struggles with bullying in her diaries, which hardened her expression. She then sent a message to Ferris: “Please help me with something…”


    After sending the message, she headed straight for her flower shop. There, she changed into a white shirt and jeans before catching a taxi to the medical conference. Upon arrival, she encountered Sansa and A


    Marissa couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the mother and daughter duo, overdressed as if for avish party rather than a medical conference. They wore extravagant jewelry and elegant dresses, their backs exposed. Sansa, especially, carried herself with an air of expectation, likely fantasizing about her daughter being named Riss’ apprentice and earning the envy of all other doctors present


    Marissa had no intention of engaging with them, but Sansa blocked her path. “Tiffany, why don’t you greet me? I’m your aunt-inw.”


    A chimed in, “Tiffany, you’re bing more and more impolite! With such poor manners, how can you attend such a high-end medical conference?”


    Marissaughed and replied, “Sansa, it’s ironic that you’re at this high-end medical conference dressed like you’re running a brothel. It’s quite an embarrassment to the Nash family. If I greeted you, I might end up being the subject of ridicule myself.”


    She then turned to A with a sneer. “And A, looking at your outfit, those unfamiliar with you might mistake you for the most popr whore your mother boasts about.”


    “Damn you!”


    Both Sansa and A turned pale with anger. They wanted to retort but restrained themselves, aware of the many eyes around them. As they scanned the crowd, they realized they were dressed unlike anyone else there. The other women, whether doctors or not, were in conservative attire. Even those from affluent families opted for simplicity. No one else was dressed as mboyantly as they were. Embarrassment washed over Sansa and A, their cheeks flushed with shame. They felt an urgent need to vanish from sight


    Just then, amotion stirred among the crowd, signaling that something significant was unfolding


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