Chapter 347

Even medical school teachers lacked the confidence to apply, which speaks volumes about the exam's difficulty! So Ophelia’s words were like a joke, like an uneducated person claiming a perfect score on a university exam!

Ciara frowned, expressing strong disapproval of Ophelia’s decision. She sternly said, “It’s ridiculous! You have no shame, and what about your mother! I don’t know what’s influenced you, but applying to National Medical School—are you trying to embarrass your mother who passed away years ago?!”

She admitted that after acting as a referee in the last betting incident, her opinion of Ophelia had slightly improved; she wasn't as useless as rumored. But simply memorizing the “Encyclopedia of Herbs” is like solving 1+1=2 at National Medical School. Ophelia wouldn’t think she could get in based on that alone, would she?

She said there was more to it than met the eye. Recently, she’d heard about Isabelle’s return. Many people don’t know Ophelia is Harriet’s daughter, but could she not know? She also knows Isabelle is an adopted daughter who usurped the rightful heir's position.

The most important point is that Isabelle, two years ago, gained admission to National Medical School on her own merit, becoming its youngest student. She gained significant attention and made a name for herself as a prodigious young girl in the industry.

She felt Ophelia was simply acting out of dissatisfaction, wanting to compete, which led to impulsive thoughts. But also, don’t underestimate your own abilities! Isabelle is someone the Whitaker family has spent years cultivating; can she compare?

“Ms. Sampson!” Ophelia said earnestly, “I wasn’t joking, nor was it an impulse. I’ve been considering this for a long time and preparing for it. It was a well-thought-out decision to take the exam.”

“If you didn’t believe me, you could have tested my abilities. Then you would have been disappointed, and it wouldn’t have been too late for you to refuse. In any case, please believe I am serious and not joking around with my mother’s reputation!”

The girl stood tall, exuding a commanding and confident presence, with a clear and determined light in her eyes. In the face of everyone’s ridicule and questioning, she showed no sign of embarrassment or wavering.

Ciara was originally going to refuse, but upon seeing the situation, she hesitated. She thought to herself, “She must be Harriet’s daughter, so let’s give her a chance! It won’t waste more than two hours, at most!”

When the test results came out, it also made this little girl realize her own abilities and the need to stop daydreaming. So she sighed and said, “Well, since you don’t mind embarrassing yourself, I’ll give you a chance!”

The other teachers shook their heads. “Ms. Sampson, you really indulged her nonsense? The meeting is in half an hour; why waste time here?”

Ciara waved her hand and ignored them. She took out a set of test papers and said to Ophelia, “These are the exam questions from last year’s National Medical School admission test. You can give it a try. The full score is one hundred, and sixty is the passing mark. I don’t expect you to score very high, but for your mother’s sake, as long as you can get thirty points, I promise to recommend you!”