Chapter 931 Who Do You Want to Be Your Mentor
Lyra had no clue why the association would send her such a letter.
At the end of the letter, they even invited her to visit the association.
Her first thought wasn't about the association's goodwill, but rather, what were they plotting this time? Was it aimed at her or Jeffery?
Mia noticed she didn't seem too pleased. "You don't wanna go? This is an invitation from the association. For newbies like us, we rarely get to meet the big shots inside. But if you join the association, it would be different."Lyra shook her head. "I don't have that in mind right now."
"What about your mentor?"
"I'll figure something out. Thanks, but you don't need to persuade me. I don't have a good impression of the association and won't be joining them," Lyra said calmly; her words made her stance clear.
Mia wanted her to join the association for her good, but since Lyra was unwilling, she wouldn't force her.
Lyra felt warm inside from Mia's understanding, but she couldn't shake off her worry.
Tomorrow was the day Jeffery was returning to Willow Creek, and Lyra planned to go to his house to tell him about this.
After all, she couldn't come up with a good solution on her own; it was better to brainstorm together.
But she didn't expect Jeffery to be sick.
When the housekeeper told her, she couldn't believe it. "Sick? How could that be? He was fine before."
It was hard to imagine someone like Jeffery getting sick.
The housekeeper sighed. "Yes, he's sick, and it's quite serious. We found out this morning. It's acute gastroenteritis, causing a fever. The family doctor just left."
"He's still sleeping in the bedroom on the second floor."
Lyra realized she might have seen Jeffery as too invincible, forgetting that he was just a normal person who could get angry, upset, and sick.
With that thought, her heart jumped to her throat. "Acute gastroenteritis? Did he eat something bad?"
"Seems like it. I made a French casserole last night. It's my fault; it must have been the sausage. Mr. Gray's stomach is sensitive. I'm so stupid!"
Lyra couldn't stand still any longer. She told the housekeeper and ran upstairs.
"You can't go up there!"
The housekeeper's voice faded behind her.
Lyra entered the bedroom, not seeing Jeffery sick in bed as she had imagined. Instead, he was sitting at the desk, reading a book with glasses on, looking very focused.
At first glance, he didn't look sick at all.
But as she got closer, she realized he hadn't noticed her. Normally, Jeffery would sense her presence within ten feet.
Now, she was almost in front of him, and he still hadn't noticed.
Jeffery coughed into his fist, his stern face slightly flushed. Only then did he look like someone who was sick.
Lyra angrily took the book from his hand. "You're sick, stop reading!"
Jeffery looked up, his gaze pausing on her. "Why are you here?"
"I had something to tell you, but it's not important now. Your health comes first. Stop reading; gastroenteritis and fever are serious."
Lyra's frustration grew. "You always lecture me, but now you're not even following the doctor's orders yourself..."
"There's nothing else to do in the room," Jeffery explained.
That explanation only made her more upset.
Lyra frowned. What did he mean by nothing else to do?
She looked serious, her tone unusually firm. "No matter what, you need to rest when you're sick. I've confiscated your book. Go rest now."
It was the first time Jeffery was forced to rest, and he found it a bit novel.
Of course, if it wasn't Lyra.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't listen. Only she could make him comply.
But Jeffery didn't go to bed. He sat in the chair and asked, "You said you had something to tell me."
Lyra hesitated. "The association sent me an email, inviting me to visit."
After saying that, she nervously watched Jeffery's expression, knowing he didn't get along with the association and would be displeased.
When he got upset, she would think of a way to cheer him up.
"What do they want you to do?" As expected, Jeffery frowned, his eyes darkening with displeasure.
The association had secretly contacted Lyra, and he didn't know about it.
Lyra misunderstood Jeffery's anger, thinking he didn't like her interacting with the association. She quickly assured him, "I'm not planning to go, really!"
Jeffery found her eagerness to assure him amusing. "Why not? The association can offer you many resources."
Even he had to admit that, though the association was useless to him.
But for young doctors, the association was a place they all wanted to join. It was full of big names and countless medical resources. Who wouldn't want to go?
Lyra still shook her head, her eyes firm. "I'm not going."
"For me?" Jeffery frowned.
If Lyra were refusing the association because of him, he would be happy.
But along with the happiness came worry.
"If it's because of me, I can tell you clearly, I don't want you to do that. I hope all your choices come from your own heart, not influenced by me."
Even though she knew what kind of person Jeffery was, Lyra couldn't help but be moved by his words.
She answered seriously, "No, this is my own decision."
When Lyra said this, Jeffery's brow twitched, but he hid it well, and she didn't notice.
After a long time, he nodded and changed the subject. "I heard you're preparing for grad school?"
"Yes, I've been studying hard lately," Lyra didn't hide it.
Everyone knew she was preparing for grad school, so there was no need to hide it, especially from Jeffery.
Jeffery's eyebrows moved slightly. "Have you decided on a mentor?"
Lyra fell silent.
Though she was confident in front of her friends, she was actually unsure. Her social circle wasn't large, and she didn't know any famous mentors.
Finding one now was really difficult.
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