Chapter 930 The Association's Letter
Just a few minutes ago, Jeffery had seen this person leave with his own eyes.
Jeffery answered the phone, his voice cold and detached. "Why are you calling?"
Gregory's voice came through. "Mr. Gray, just wanted to thank you and give you a little heads-up. Not everyone can handle your aloofness and indifference. Sometimes, you gotta make the first move."
"What are you getting at?" Jeffery gripped his phone tightly, his brows furrowing.
He was already considering hanging up, feeling this was a pointless call.
But Gregory seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. "Ever thought that maybe she's not as unwilling as you think?"
That single sentence struck Jeffery.
He could sense Lyra's feelings for him.
But because of his past experiences and his self-awareness, he knew he was dull and cold, like a dead tree.
Others might think he could bloom again in the spring, but they didn't know he had long been dead inside.
Lyra was different from him.
They were fundamentally different people, so he had chosen to push her away with his actions and cold demeanor, pretending it didn't matter.
Now, his facade had been torn down.
Jeffery had to face the most honest question within himself.
"If you really want it, take the initiative. Otherwise, someone as good as Dr. Cole might end up with someone else one day."
With that, Gregory hung up decisively.
Jeffery leaned back in his car seat, lost in deep thought because of Gregory's words.
No one knew that he and Gregory had a bit of history, enough to be considered friends who could chat. So Gregory's words were likely sincere, coming from his perspective.
As he mulled over Gregory's words, Jeffery's eyes darkened.
The next day, the hospital was buzzing with news that Lyra had completed a major surgery.
It caused quite a stir.
The hospital director was thrilled and arranged for her to get a raise.
Mia rushed over to tell her, "Lyra, you're famous now! I just checked the association's forum. Guess whose post is at the top?"
Lyra had a bad feeling. "It can't be mine, can it?"
"Why do you sound so reluctant? Be confident, it's yours."
Lyra, instead of being overjoyed as Mia expected, felt a bit annoyed. She didn't want her actions to be publicized on the forum.
Mia found it odd. "You're applying for grad school. Isn't it good to be famous first? This way, finding a mentor will be much easier."
"Then you get to choose your mentor, instead of the other way around!"
Most grad students needed a mentor to guide them.
This was especially true in medicine. You couldn't just rely on books; practical experience was essential.
Having an excellent mentor had several benefits, the most important being the publication of papers.
Hearing this, Lyra felt a bit comforted but still uneasy. She said, "Can I borrow your phone to check the post? I can't find the association's forum myself."
Actually, she wasn't even in the association.
Of course, someone like her had no chance of getting in.
The association referred to here was one established within the medical community, filled with highly reputable individuals like Dr. Adams or those with strong connections like Ruben.
These were the two main types of people in the association.
There was also a third type, those who didn't form cliques or socialize privately, just doing their job diligently and being admitted based on their own merit. This type was very rare.
Jeffery used to be one of them, but he later left.
Lyra had learned about the association from Jeffery, and she had been curious about it for a long time. Finally seeing the forum, her eyes lit up.
But then she saw the highlighted text.
"How did an unknown nobody manage to perform such a high-difficulty surgery? Click to find out the inside story."
Mia quickly took her phone back. "Clickbait, it's everywhere. Don't mind it."
Seeing Mia's reluctance to let her read it, Lyra guessed it wasn't anything good.
But she didn't care much, just felt a bit disappointed. She sighed, "I had some hope for the association, but now I have none. Letting people post things like this shows what kind of place it is."
Mia's eyes widened, and she quickly looked around before covering Lyra's mouth.
"How can you say that? You're really bold!"
Lyra pulled her hand away. "Why shouldn't I? I completed the surgery with my own skills. They're slandering me behind my back. If I clicked in, who knows what filth I'd find."
Even the most patient person would get angry, and Lyra wasn't exactly known for her patience.
She had been too repressed before and was now rebounding.
Either way, she didn't want to put up with it anymore.
Mia was shocked, then seriously warned her, "What do you plan to do, overthrow the association? I'm telling you, don't do anything rash."
Lyra frowned, feeling a deep sense of disgust for herself for not being able to refute that.
But soon, that feeling was replaced by her dislike for the association.
She finally understood why Jeffery always frowned and looked cold when talking about the association.
She tried to focus on her study materials, checking her email repeatedly.
She accidentally found a new email.
It had just arrived.
Lyra was about to open it, but paused when she saw who it was from.
Mia was also surprised, pointing at the email on Lyra's computer, almost stuttering. "The association emailed you?"
Lyra was equally surprised. She thought she had no connection with the association, except for the recent slander and anger. If their representative came now, she'd be the first to confront them.
But now, there was no person, just an email.
Lyra hesitated, then opened it.
It was a greeting letter. The content wasn't special, but the signature was—Orion!
"Dr. Adams emailed you and left his phone number! Lyra, does this mean he wants to take you on as a student?"
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