Chapter 208

In the president's office of Vista University, Mr. Carrillo was sitting at his

desk, reading a document.

Mr. Mckee from the admission office entered. "Excuse me, Mr. Carrillo.

The graduation ceremony for this school year will be held soon. We

need to hold a banquet. Also, who shall we invite to give a lecture in the

medical school?"

Last time, Mr. Carrillo invited Sylvia to give a lecture, and she agreed.

However, Mr. McKee kept wondering if Sylvia had boasted herself to be

a medical expert. The university would become a laughingstock if she

wasn't a medical expert.

Mr. Carrillo looked up and passed the document to him. "Mr. Mckee,

take a look."

Mr. Mckee took it over in confusion. "What is this?"

"Read it. You'll know," Mr. Carrillo answered in a low voice.

Five minutes later, Mr. Mckee widened his eyes, and his hands were

shaking because he was too shocked. "H-How could it be possible?"

“It's really her,” Mr. Carrillo took a long breath, "When I first saw her at

Wilson Philanthropic Foundation's banquet, she looked familiar to me."

"The thesis that had shocked the medical circles was written by her for

real. She hadn't only published that paper but also an invited editor-in-

chief for an international medical journal. H-H-How could it be possible?

How old is she? Isn't it said the medical genius had vanished after

publishing the thesis four years ago? It was shocking news to the

medical circles at that time," Mr. Mckee remarked inconceivably.

"My older brother is the dean of Aettosa Medical Institute. This file was

from him, and it should be reliable. He said the genius had been

infected by a virus. He never gave up searching for the child in the past

decades, afraid she would pass away." Mr. Carrillo’s eyes reddened.

Mr. Mckee put down the document. “I didn't expect her to stay in

Lilypad General Hospital in Larro."

"Our medical school cannot be compared to her university, but we can

invite her to give us lectures. I wonder if the virus in her body has been

eliminated.”

Mr. Carrillo peered out the window worriedly. Sylvia graduated from

Abbott Medical University, a top university of H Rovirsa. She published

a thesis before graduating, shocking medical circles worldwide, and

became famous.

However, she vanished after graduating from university. No one knew

where she had gone.

People even failed to find her photo or name on the merit board and

among the honored alumnae of her university.

The genius seemed to appear and vanish suddenly.

"Now we've confirmed Miss Andrews to be this genius. We should

invite her to hold the last seminar before this year's graduation. What

do you think?" Mr. Mckee suggested.

“I need to invite her in person. Why don't you come with me? Oh, take

the dean of education and the vice president,” Mr. Carrillo instructed

him.

"Sure. I'll inform them now." Mr. Mckee stood up. "What about the

graduation banquet?"

"We can talk about it tomorrow. Let's take care of the seminar first."

In Sylvia's office of Lilypad General Hospital, Sylvia was glaring at

Franklin, her face blushing.

He sat on the sofa leisurely with his legs crossed. He tapped his phone

screen occasionally, reading something.

"Why are you still here?" Sylvia asked harshly.

He looked elegant and noble now, just like a prince from an oil painting.

However, it was just his surface. He was a beast under a human's skin.

Franklin looked at Sylvia at her desk. Her lips were red and swollen

because of his kiss. She was reading a patient's medical records. A

strand of hair hung down, making her more womanish.

Franklin failed to repress his urge. He stood up to walk to her. His

fingers played with the hair.

Sylvia raised her head and glared at him again. "Let go!"

It seemed that she could still feel the warmth of his muscled chest.

Her hand suddenly trembled, and the pen dropped.

Sylvia was irked. "It's all your fault!" she snapped.

Franklin bent over, picked up the pen, and stuffed it into her hand.

"My fault? What did I do wrong?"

Sylvia didn't respond.

She failed to resist his charm, and inwardly, she cursed him, wondering

why he kept pestering her.

The more she wanted to stop thinking about him, the less she could

control herself.

Sylvia shook her head to forget those scenes.

Franklin stared at her, cupping his chin. Sylvia looked extremely lively

and adorable at this moment.

He had found a lot of sides of her. She could be cute, lively, hilarious,

and coquettish. However, she was often aloof, strong, and powerful in

his presence.

She reminded him of the roses, full of life and passion.

However, she was also stubborn.

Franklin felt spirited.

Their moods formed a sharp contrast.

While Sylvia was still cursing him, her office door was knocked on.

She calmed down and replied, "Please enter.”

The doorknob was twisted, but the door wasn't opened.

Only then did Sylvia recall the door had been locked from the inside.

She kicked Franklin and ordered crossly, "Open the door."

Franklin obediently went to unlock the door.

After seeing him, people outside were stunned.

Then they checked the nameplate on the door, wondering if they had

come to the wrong room.

After confirming they didn't make a mistake, Mr. Carrillo asked

hesitantly in confusion, "Hi, Mr. Maskelyne. Is this Dr. Sylvia's office?"

Franklin looked stern as they had interrupted him from flirting with

Sylvia.

"Mr. Carrillo, are you here to see Dr. Sylvia? What's the matter?"

He was supposed to be with Sylvia privately.

Looking at those old men, he wondered why they were there.

After asking Mr. Carrillo to do him a favor last time, Franklin donated

many things to his university.

Therefore, Mr. Carrillo answered respectfully, "Here is the thing. The

medical school of our university wants to invite Dr. Andrew to give the

students a lecture. Mr. Maskelyne, may we enter the office, please?"

Franklin darted at his assistant and a few other university leaders,

making his way reluctantly.

The old men entered.

"Come in. Sylvia is in."

Since last time, Mr. Carrillo had sensed that Franklin treated Sylvia

differently.

However, he didn't expect to see Franklin in Sylvia's office.

Rumors had it that Franklin was always busy. Mr. Carrillo wondered

why he was so idle to stay in Sylvia's office.

Also, he doubted if they were only chitchatting.

Mr. Carrillo started to imagine quite a lot.

“Nice to meet you all, Mr. Carrillo and gentlemen. Please be seated."

Sylvia stood up and greeted them.

Then she glanced at Franklin unhappily.

"Hurry up and serve some coffee to our guests. Use my coffee beans

from Kenya." Sylvia cast a scornful glance at him, thinking he was too

insensible.

Franklin rubbed his nose.

He didn't mind making coffee for them, but they might not be so bold to

accept it.

The university leaders all panicked and refused, "No, thanks, Mr.

Maskelyne. We're not thirsty.”

How dare they let Franklin make coffee for them?

Franklin took out the coffee beans from the cabinet, walked to the

machine, and obediently made the coffee.

Only Sylvia was bold enough to ask him to do things as if he were just

an intern.

Others were shocked as they didn't expect Mr. Maskelyne to make the

coffee for real.

Mr. Carrillo fidgeted uncomfortably. “Let me do it, Mr. Maskelyne."

"Mr. Carrillo, you are my guest. Leave it to him." Sylvia darted at

Franklin who was moving clumsily. He was too energetic, wasn't he?

So, she let him vent his energy this way!

Upon hearing her words, Franklin wondered if Sylvia implied he wasn't

an outsider to her as others were her guests.

Therefore, he felt delighted to serve the coffee to the old men as he

was the host.

His mood immediately got better, and the old men became more lovely

in his eyes.

Watching him serve the coffee, other men hurriedly take the mugs.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Maskelyne."

"Thanks, Mr. Maskelyne."

The dean of education even wiped the sweat off his forehead,

wondering if it was his illusion that he had the pleasure of having the

coffee made by Franklin personally.

Noticing the hilarious expressions on the university leader's faces,

Sylvia held back her laughter and asked, "What can I do for you?"

She wondered what had made so many university leaders come to her.

Lifting an eyebrow, she stared at Mr. Carrillo.

"Here is the thing, Dr. Sylvia. Last time, I mentioned inviting you to our

medical school for a lecture. Now the National Day gala had ended. Do

you have time to hold a seminar for our students? Dr. Sylvia, you are

an experienced surgeon and have saved many people.” Mr. Carrillo

stared at the stunning girl, feeling dazzled.

She was the genius back then!

She was still alive and well!