Chapter 954 Frustration
Lyra sighed, "Maybe my topic just doesn't fit with their core values."
"Don't say that to anyone else, or you'll be in big trouble," Mia warned, shivering at the thought.
Mia hadn't expected Lyra to be so bold, openly questioning the association. Such courage was rare.
"I'm just trying to find some humor in a bad situation," Lyra shrugged. "They rejected my paper, which I put a lot of effort into. Can't I at least complain a little?"
Mia sat down, exasperated. "Honestly, why did you have to provoke the association? Now, you and Jeffery are probably the only ones they're targeting."
Lyra paused, almost wanting to laugh. Jeffery's paper had been rejected before, and now hers was too.
The association's targeting was relentless.
But Lyra wasn't planning to give up. She couldn't let this go on forever, or she'd never publish her paper. She fell into deep thought, unable to find a better solution for now, so she decided to put the issue aside temporarily.
Later, she told Jeffery everything.
He wasn't surprised, just frowned slightly. "I expected this, but I didn't think they'd be so blatant."
He didn't say much more, and Lyra thought the matter was temporarily settled. But two days later...
Lyra, excited about a new research project, went to find Jeffery, only to find he wasn't there. She asked around and learned he had gone out.
"Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Gary went?" she asked a passing doctor.
The doctor shook his head, looking puzzled. "No idea. He didn't say. I was going to ask you when Mr. Gary would be back. We have several surgeries that need him, and now we have to find someone to cover."
Jeffery's skills were well-known.
This meant his workload was always full, averaging two to three surgeries a day, varying in complexity but mostly high difficulty.
Jeffery was practically a legend at the hospital.
Not being able to find him was a real headache.
Lyra thought for a moment, thanked the doctor, and left.
On her way back, she pondered—Jeffery was usually so busy, he rarely left the hospital. What important matter could have kept him away?
She couldn't figure it out.
With Jeffery gone, surgeries had to be reassigned, and Lyra got one.
After a long day, she finally left the operating room in the evening, rubbing her sore shoulders, feeling like she was about to fall apart.
Just then, she heard someone greet.
"Hello, Mr. Gary."
"Mr. Gary, you're back."
Lyra, who had been ready to collapse, suddenly perked up, her eyes lighting up.
She looked at Jeffery. "You're back? I didn't see you all day. Where did you go?"
Jeffery was carrying a bag, its contents unknown.
He handed the bag to Lyra.
"I went to the medical university and met an old professor there. These are study materials from him."
Lyra's eyes sparkled with joy and curiosity. She opened the bag and exclaimed, "Professor Edwards?"
Dash Edwards was an old professor at the medical university, teaching students from sophomore year onward.
He only held three classes a month, sometimes even fewer. Each class was always packed because his teaching quality was exceptional—his students were all PhDs, at the very least, master's degree holders.
Like Dr. Adams, Professor Edwards was a giant in the medical field.
But there was a major difference between them.
Dr. Adams liked wielding power, so he founded the "Tree of Life Association," attracting top talents in the industry. But Professor Edwards preferred a more laid-back lifestyle, sometimes not even meeting his students.
It was incredibly difficult to get into his classes, truly a rare opportunity.
But Jeffery said, "I got you a spot to audit his class this week."
"Really?"
Seeing Lyra almost jump with excitement, Jeffery couldn't help but smile, patiently confirming, "Yes, next Wednesday. He just got back from a trip."
"If all goes well, he can help you with your paper." Jeffery couldn't help Lyra with her paper—he was blacklisted by the association himself, but he didn't care enough to deal with them.
But Professor Edwards was different. He was known to be acquainted with Dr. Adams, even quite familiar.
Maybe he could help smooth things over or offer another solution.
Jeffery didn't want Lyra to be targeted like him, caught up in these disputes.
Lyra was too happy to notice Jeffery's deeper intentions.
She eagerly awaited the arrival of next Wednesday. With this exciting news, the frustration of her paper being rejected seemed insignificant. In this anticipation, Wednesday arrived quietly.
The medical university campus was lush with trees lining the paths, next to the sports field, filled with laughter and the sight of young students.
Returning to campus, Lyra took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling rejuvenated.
Student life was the best.
Once you entered the workforce, it was nine-to-five, with constant overtime. It was hardly a life.
"Excuse me, do you know where Professor Edwards' class is?" Lyra asked a student, humbly seeking guidance.
The student gave her a strange look, not recognizing Lyra as an outsider. "Are you a freshman or a senior? How do you not know where Professor Edwards' class is?"
Lyra laughed awkwardly.
How would she know? She wasn't a student here.
Fortunately, the student pointed her in the right direction. "It's in that building, third floor, room two. It's almost time; you should hurry. If you know someone, ask them to save you a seat."
The student kindly reminded her.
Lyra, realizing it was almost time, didn't ask why she needed to save a seat. She was auditing, so she shouldn't have trouble finding a spot.
Lyra hurriedly thanked the student and ran off.
The student shook his head. "Another newbie who doesn't know how popular Professor Edwards' class is. No wonder his classes are always packed."
When Lyra arrived at the third-floor classroom, she was stunned by the scene.
The large lecture hall was not only full, but the aisles were packed with people. Some students were even sitting on the floor, notebooks in hand, eyes focused on the podium.
This wasn't a class; it was like a concert!
Lyra finally understood why the student had advised her to save a seat.
As she hesitated to enter, a man with glasses walked past her, heading straight to the podium.
That was the legendary Professor Edwards.
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