After her rebirth

Katniss tilted her head, her hair tied up in a simple ponytail, showing off her slender neck. In the sunlight, her thick, curled eyelashes looked like butterfly wings, making her eyes pop. Even though her face was expressionless, her gaze on the patient was sharp and focused.

Cecil felt a stir in his chest but forced himself to look away.

He tuned into Brent and Dean's argument, both of them bickering over Katniss.

It was a familiar scene, just like when they used to fight over him back in freshman year, but now it seemed even more intense.

Cecil pressed his thin lips together and looked down. So, he wasn't the only one who got this treatment.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Brent call out, "Cecil, what are you standing there for? You're not being helpful at all. Give Katniss a hand."

With that, Brent and Dean walked off to a side corridor, whispering about something.

Cecil was a bit stunned but then walked over to Katniss.

Up close, he treated the patients on his side while sneaking glances at Katniss.

Katniss was all business, her questions sharp and to the point, not at all like someone who had just transferred to med school and was still catching up. She was almost as fast as he was.

With Cecil's help, they quickly got through the remaining patients.

Finally done, Katniss rubbed her sore wrist and started tidying up the table. It had been a while since she had such an intense consultation session. Her wrist was killing her.

Cecil, hands in his pockets, looked down at Katniss and after a moment of silence said, "You were playing dumb about your staff, Katniss. You're a good actress." Actress?

Katniss smiled and glanced at him. "Did I ever say that?"

She hadn't studied it systematically, but she never said she was a novice.

Cecil's eyes darkened, and he let out a mocking laugh.

A few seconds later, Katniss looked up and suddenly said, "You should pay attention to Daryl's issue. As a med student, the last thing you should do is avoid medical problems. You're Daryl's good friend, so advise him to get treatment early to avoid bigger issues later."

In other words, Daryl had erectile dysfunction.

Of course, it was also her oversight at the time.

For a guy to be called out by a pretty female classmate for having erectile dysfunction was a huge humiliation!

No guy would admit to having erectile dysfunction, so Daryl's denial at the time was understandable.

After a moment of thought, Katniss added, "Guys care about this a lot. When you talk to him, be more tactful and consider his feelings."

With that, Katniss blinked innocently.

This was her last bit of kindness as a classmate.

Cecil exhaled sharply, gritting his teeth. "I got it, thanks."

He must be crazy to come talk to Katniss!

Cecil, radiating cold air, took a long stride and distanced himself from Katniss.

With no one bothering her, Katniss pulled out her book from her backpack and continued reading.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, Dean hesitated for a moment before bringing up Nova. Since he was there, it made sense for him to explain the situation.

Brent responded in a low voice, "Yeah, Nova's a bit intense. She needs someone to keep her in check. Now that Katniss is around, it's good for her to have some competition. It'll help her grow." Dean thought Nova's situation was more complicated than just needing some tempering, but since Nova wasn't his student, he didn't push it.

So, Dean changed the subject, and they chatted about other things before heading back to get Cecil and Katniss.

"Busy all morning, you must be tired. Let's hit the hospital cafeteria for some food," Brent called out to them.

Dean turned back, smiling, and added, "This hospital's got a great budget, and the cafeteria food is catered. It's the best! Otherwise, your picky teacher wouldn't go there."

Talking about food, Katniss's eyes lit up. "Is it really that good? What's the specialty? Let's hurry, it's already twelve-thirty. What if there's no food left!"

Hearing this, Brent and Dean picked up the pace.

Cecil, trailing behind, just shook his head.

After the group left, a tall man by the second-floor window, with a toothpick in his mouth, pulled out his phone and made a call.

Even though the guy wore a white coat, his tough, fierce face and sharp buzz cut made him look more like a beast in a white coat than a doctor. A few seconds later, the call connected.

Jesse clicked his tongue, "Can you pick up any slower? How many rings was that? Is my call not important to you?"

"Get to the point, or I'm hanging up," the voice on the other end was cold and indifferent.

Jesse laughed, then, with narrow eyes, looked in the direction where Katniss had disappeared, "I saw your wife at the hospital." As expected, there was silence on the other end, no response.

Seeing this, Jesse laughed slyly, "Your wife looks great in a white coat. Have her wear it for you at home, and you'll be very happy!"

"Don't you want your eyes? I'll have Emilio come get them," Maximilian snapped.

After joking, Jesse explained what he had just seen, "Katniss really shone in this joint consultation. Dean even gave up his seat for her. More people will be watching her now, so you better hide her well to avoid any trouble." Maximilian put down his pen and said calmly, "She's a gem, destined to outshine others."

Jesse raised an eyebrow, hung up the phone, and looked in that direction again, but no one was there.

Humming a tune, he turned and left.

The cafeteria food was indeed delicious. Katniss, exhausted after a few hours, was starving.

She thought she could eat a whole cow, but no matter how hungry she was, she could only eat a little. Any more, and her stomach would start to feel uncomfortable, a bit nauseous. While they were still eating, Katniss said she wanted to walk around.

Brent and Dean nodded, not holding her back.

As soon as Katniss left the cafeteria and passed by the open-air plaza, she suddenly saw a familiar figure. "Wesley!" she called out.