Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 517

Rosemary looked at their frightened faces as they retreated in fear, somewhat speechless.

"This cadaver has multiple rib fractures and a ruptured liver. The preliminary diagnosis is death by a car accident—crushed to death."

She covered him with a white sheet and gave a signal to the others, indicating for them to take the cadavers away.

The others were terrified, their legs shaky. After all, they were just student council members, in that game only as "staff."

They had never seen anything like that.

In the end, it was two school teachers who stepped in to remove the bodies.

The normally chilly spectator stands warmed up with more and more people applauding for Rosemary. Not only was she brave, but she was also full of surprises. She was just too cool!

On the judge’s panel, one of them was Professor Lyndon, who had just arrived at Summerfield College’s medical department. Witnessing Rosemary’s live autopsy, he was greatly shocked and asked in surprise:

"Have you had any experience with autopsies? Your surgical techniques and suturing skills—did Westerly College teach you all that?"

Rosemary thought of Grandpa Beck and nodded.

"I suppose so."

Professor Lyndon was even more surprised. Westerly College had such a professor, and he’d never heard of him before!

It seemed not only were the students of Westerly College full of surprises, but so were its professors! Just in her first semester of college, Rosemary had mastered the essence of surgery so quickly.

She was truly a medical prodigy.

As a professor, even he felt inferior.

Such talent was wasted at Westerly College!

Professor Lyndon couldn’t help but invite her:

"I wonder if you have any plans to transfer? I will suggest to my school that you be admitted to the medical department of Summerfield College. I will personally mentor you, or you can choose any teacher you like. We can match any condition offered by Westerly College."

"Including $500 million worth of lab equipment?" Rosemary queried, a smile playing on her lips.

What?

$500 million in lab equipment?

Confused, Professor Lyndon didn’t understand until someone whispered to him that Rosemary had chosen Westerly College because they had spent a vast amount on a few medical instruments that appealed to her.

Hearing the model numbers of the instruments, Professor Lyndon knew Summerfield College could never match that level of commitment. However, he didn’t want to lose such promising talent, so he made another proposal.

"I’m a core member of the Summerfield Medical Research Society. I can get you a membership, and for all the challenging surgeries, I’ll take you along to witness them firsthand. Are you planning to pursue a career in medicine?"

If so, joining the Medical Research Society and becoming a member would attract countless top-tier hospitals.

If she reached his level, there would be many opportunities for international exchange.

The key was that letting her participate in every surgery with the Medical Research Society would greatly enhance her practical medical skills.

This was a fantastic opportunity!

Not just the students of Summerfield College’s medical department—even those from Westerly College—were envious.

"Rosemary—"

At that moment, another soft female voice rang out.

Rosemary turned to the source of the sound and saw a woman standing up from the crowd, smiling.

"I am a member of the Solterra Medical Research Society. I came to your school for some business and happened to see your autopsy. I sincerely invite you to join us. Ordinary top-tier hospitals probably don’t interest you. With your qualifications, researching major topics at the Solterra Research Society and benefiting mankind should be your goal. If you agree, you can put your courses here on hold. I will have the best person from the Solterra Medical Society guide you."

At that, all the students were stunned.

Both the Summerfield Medical Research Society and the Solterra Medical Research Society were competing for Rosemary!

Some were envious, some were excited for Rosemary, and others felt inadequate.

But Rosemary just gave a light smile.

"Thank you for your sincere invitation, I am very honored. However, I am sorry, but for now, I just want to continue studying at Westerly College."

"You mean because of those lab equipment?" the lady tried to persuade. "We also have many unknown devices."

"I’m really sorry."

She chose to stay at Westerly College, fulfilling Grandma Grace’s last wish. The kind old lady had always wanted her to finish her education, get her degree, and give back to society.

Both research societies didn’t want to miss out on such a promising talent, but another judge interrupted.

"Your dissection skills and suturing techniques are truly admirable. No doubt, you’ll carve out a name for yourself in the field of medicine!"

"Thank you, sir."

Rosemary bowed politely, taking the opportunity to exit the stage.

The Westerly College team followed her, the applause still ongoing.

Mya caught up with Rosemary, exclaiming, "Rose, you’re so amazing! You actually know how to dissect. You’re already so skilled. Why do you still need to go to school??"

Joyce couldn’t help but add, "The second cadaver nearly turned my stomach. If it weren’t for respect, I would have thrown up. Rose, your mental strength is too strong!"

Aside from her dissection and suturing skills, just this mental strength alone was enough to outclass many.

"Did you guys notice the Summerfield College team? They all turned pale. Hahaha."

"A bunch of cowards. Weren’t they boasting just now? After being beat by Rosemary, they didn’t dare to let out a fart."

"Westerly College really made a name for itself today!"

At that moment, they saw Andrew coming towards them, looking pale and weak.

"Rosemary, you did great."

As he said this, he remembered the scene just now, and the suppressed nausea came rushing back.

"I’m sorry."

He quickly ran off to vomit again.

Everyone was surprised at Andrew’s lack of nerve, teasing him about how he would handle a scalpel in the future.

He was supposed to have practical experience.

"No wonder Rosemary said that school is for those who need it. She doesn’t. At first, the Summerfield College people thought she was boasting."

"Rosemary, well done!"

"Regardless of our results today, Rosemary has already brought great honor to our school!"

Everyone chatted and laughed around Rosemary, and Rosemary smiled and said:

"The competition is over. Let’s go backstage to pack up and prepare to return to school."

"Rosemary, I want to treat you to dinner. I really like you and want to be friends with you."

"Me too. Your words just now really inspired me."

"I don’t want to go back to school so soon. If you’re not hungry, I’ll treat you to coffee or even a milkshake."

"Rosemary, you’ve worked hard leading the team today. Why don’t we all treat you to a nice dinner?"

"Sounds good."

Not far away, Andrew had just finished vomiting, weakly looking over, suddenly feeling like he had faded into the background.

It was as if nobody remembered his existence.

But he didn’t have any appetite to eat now.