Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

As soon as the phone number was removed from the black list, her phone kept beeping.

It was the same text message over and over again.

Claire counted them carefully.

There were 66 of them, and each island had a different number.

Downstairs, there was a lot of noise. The servants were packing up the gifts that Phoebe received today.

Claire turned off the phone and held a Doraemon doll into her arms, but she couldn't fall asleep, feeling a little uneasy.

The next day was a weekend.

Claire woke up early. Staying in her room, she randomly took a task from the internet whose price was 500,000 million dollars.

Invade the back-end system of a company and plant a virus.

She tapped on the keyboard with her long slender fingers, dazzlingly fast.

In just a few minutes, she earned half a million.

In a blink of an eye, however, she donated the money.

It wasn't until noon that Claire stepped downstairs slowly in her slippers.

In the hall

Sheldon was sitting at the dining table, his sleeves half rolled up. He was holding a scalpel and cutting a piece of pork skin.

He clenched his hands, his back was stiff and he was a little nervous.

He moved very carefully.

The sharp blade slowly cut through the texture.

“Your hand should be tilted a bit more.”

An indifferent voice floated from behind.

Sheldon was startled and turned his head.

Claire was leaning on the carved railing at the entrance of the stairs.

She had watched it for a long time. She originally didn't want to remind him, but she couldn't help it.

“If you don't tilt your hand a little, it is easy to cut the capillaries, which is not conducive to st.i.tching.”

Sheldon frowned, disdaining to speak to her, and continued with the 'operation'.

After cutting, he picked up the needle and thread and started to st.i.tch.

“You're st.i.tching too slowly.” Claire yawned lazily like a cat that had just finished basking in the sun. “You'll be scolded in the operating room if you maintain this speed.”

Sheldon slammed down the needle and thread and stared at Claire coldly. “As a medical student, I know what to do. As a layman, you'd better shut up!”

Claire gave a lazy smile and said nothing.

Then she noticed that he had a book at hand, which looked familiar.

'Introduction to Medicine' auth.o.r.ed by Venus.

“Do you like to read Venus's books?”

When Sheldon heard this name, his body wobbled visibly, and his original gloomy expression became soft.

Unable to stand his 'operation' on the pork skin, Claire put her hands into her pockets and walked towards the gate.

At the gate, two servants stood chatting.

“I heard that Young Master has set his heart on becoming a doctor?”

“Yes, he tried so hard to get into medical school last year.”

“He is the only son in the family. If he becomes a doctor, who will inherit the Smiths' family business in the future? This is gonna be a problem…”

Claire couldn't help but stop and asked them. “Why does he want to study medicine?”

The servant showed a look of contempt at the sight of her, but she couldn't resist the desire to gossip, so she said impatiently. “Have you heard of Venus?”

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Yes.”

The servant clutched her chest and said admiringly, “Venus, the hidden miracle-working doctor of the Life-Death Sect. She can cure all kinds of diseases and can even bring back the dead! She has never had a failed operation…”

Claire almost burst into laughter after hearing this.

Really? Why didn't she know that?

The servant said even more vigorously, “Last year, Young Master fell seriously ill. The Smiths visited famous doctors all over the country, but no one dared to treat him. Later, with the help of the Johnsons, he was sent into the Life-Death Sect and Venus saved him. From then on, Young Master took Venus as his idol and is now determined to become a good doctor. He worked so hard to enter the Life-Death Sect to meet Venus again one day.”

The Life-Death Sect, the hospital created by the king, was directly under the jurisdiction of the king and had the most advanced medical facilities. It was heavily guarded and everything about it was a mystery. Ordinary people were not allowed to enter it.

The doctors who could enter the Life-Death Sect were all top-level geniuses who had been carefully evaluated and selected by the king himself. They only took orders from the king.