Chapter 372

Ophelia carefully examined the situation and sighed with relief. Her previous estimate was correct; they could leave tomorrow. She crossed her arms and said, “Hold on, don’t reveal anything in front of Mr. Winford later. Let’s surprise everyone tomorrow!”

Bryson nodded repeatedly and said, “Okay.” He gazed affectionately at his legs, his eyes filled with a playful glint.

Ophelia felt a chill and turned to leave, but to her surprise, she caught sight of Winford standing behind her! “Husband!” She was so scared that she almost jumped and stumbled backward! A strong arm wrapped around her waist in a timely manner.

Ophelia was brought into the man’s broad and sturdy embrace, feeling a bit nervous. “Honey, how did you come up here?”

Winford looked deeply into the eyes of the two people, said nothing, and with a calm expression, he said, “Come, let me show you the roses we grew.”

Seeing that he seemed not to have heard or suspected anything, Ophelia quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She made a gesture behind her back to Bryson, then followed Winford and left.

Winford led the person downstairs and said in a casual tone, “Don’t play with Bryson anymore in the future.”

Ophelia: “Why?”

Thinking about the ridiculous things Bryson did in Kingchester, Winford remained unfazed. “He was out of his mind.”

Ophelia: What can still be heard from Bryson afterwards: 7”

The next day, Ophelia had to go to National Medical School for her classes. Before leaving, she quietly instructed Bryson, “The best time to detox is in the afternoon, so stay put and don’t wander around today; wait for me to come back.”

Bryson nodded in agony, feeling that the present time was more unbearable than ever before.

Ah, how has only a minute passed? He felt like he had already lived through a long year in his heart!

Ophelia nodded reassuringly and said to Winford, “Honey, today I will go by myself; you don’t need to accompany me.”

After persuading Winford, she hugged him and tiptoed to kiss him on the chin, her eyes sparkling as she said, “You wait for me obediently; I will give you a surprise when I come back!”

Surprise? Winford raised an eyebrow and affectionately touched her hair. “Okay.” Ophelia left satisfied.

National Medical School.

Ophelia came to know only after she arrived that National Medical School does not require daily classes like regular schools. The academic atmosphere at National Medical School was very liberal; teachers gave lectures every day, but students were free to decide whether or not to attend.

She went to several places for classes and took a look. She saw that there weren’t many people attending the classes, and most people were still studying on their own, only seeking help from the teacher when they encountered difficulties.

And every teacher from National Medical School—each one of them a well-known figure in the medical field—this is also natural; otherwise, how would they be qualified to teach these geniuses?

“Everyone liked going to the library, where there were many medical books that were not available outside. You can also go and take a look,” the guide said to Ophelia.

Ophelia nodded and said, “Okay, thank you.”

She was a little curious about the library, so she walked towards it after parting ways with the other person.

“Ophelia? Did she come today?”

Halfway through, Ophelia suddenly heard her name, and her footsteps paused. She glanced into the adjacent study room and then squinted her eyes. There were three or four men and women in the study room, gathered together discussing her, with a somewhat disdainful expression on their faces.