Chapter 282

There was no need for Craydon University to admit her. Myrna’s eyes were not blind; she could see Emilee’s attitude. She was never one to compromise, so she naturally didn’t care about Emilee’s so-called title. She straightforwardly expressed her opinion: “Who told you that my healing methods are Western medicine?”

Emilee wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t. Her face fell, and she stared, saying, “You’ve already had surgery, and you tell me you didn’t use Western medicine to save yourself? Is it Traditional Medicine then?”

“What does Traditional Medicine do? It can at most develop some patent medicines, which neither kill people nor cure diseases. It is simply a pretentious facade!”

Myrna stood with one hand in her pocket, looking quite unconcerned. In front of everyone in the office, she admitted in a low, magnetic voice, “I used Traditional Medicine.”

“Heh, Myrna, jokes should have boundaries!” Emilee retorted. “You said you used Traditional Medicine, but I’ve never heard of Traditional Medicine being able to perform surgeries.”

Myrna asked, “Doesn’t it mean something doesn’t exist if you haven’t heard of it?”

“Three thousand years ago, there were records of Hua Tuo wanting to perform cranial surgery on Cao Cao. Classical biographies are filled with accounts of surgeries. What’s so strange about using Traditional Medicine techniques to perform surgery on someone’s hand? In terms of history, Western medicine emerged several hundred, or even thousands, of years later than Traditional Medicine. Traditional Medicine has a vast and profound knowledge that surpasses, rather than being inferior to, Western medicine.”

Chapter 202

There was no need for Craydon University to admit her. There are people in this world who are complacent, thinking they have already reached the pinnacle of an industry, and they hold a skeptical and suppressive attitude towards others and other technologies. Emilee was clearly that kind of person.

Does it mean that if you haven’t heard of it, this thing doesn’t exist?

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire principal’s office seemed to hear the sound of a pin dropping. The two admissions officers from Craydon University who came with Emilee were so shocked that they couldn’t say a word. Myrna was so bold. She dared to study medicine and even offended the highly respected Professor Peterson in the medical field!

Terrell was equally anxious, unable to understand how the recruitment process had turned into a dispute between Traditional Medicine and Western medicine. He wanted to mediate.

“Um, Myrna, you said a few words too many.”

While speaking to Emilee, I said, “Professor Peterson, I apologize. She is young and tends to speak without fully understanding. I believe she may not be aware of Craydon University’s Department of Medicine and your achievements in Western medicine, which is why she said those things. How about we leave it at that for today, and I will talk to her privately when we get back.”

This time, when Craydon University came, Emilee was the one who noticed Myrna and was willing to offer her a scholarship. It was not an easy task to be admitted to Craydon University, let alone for a top-notch program. He secretly didn’t want Myrna to miss this opportunity, although from the school’s perspective, Myrna had performed well in the previous preliminary exams. If she took the college entrance examination, it was highly likely that this year’s top scorer in Melcester City would come from Melcester Central High School. As a principal, he also wished that his students could enter prestigious schools with fewer detours. This was also the result of his deep thinking and familiarization after half a month of coordination with Emilee. He didn’t know what Myrna’s background was, but so far, the Nemmington, Larson, and Clough families had appeared, and they seemed to have an extraordinary background. He got along with her, and he didn’t find out that she had been in contact with anyone from Nemmington.

Emilee was rarely openly questioned by others. Upon hearing the words, she had a cold expression on her face. She straightforwardly said, “I am here to recruit students for Clinical Medicine, not for the Department of Traditional Medicine. If she is not studying Western medicine, then Craydon University has no need to recruit her.”

Terrell exclaimed, “Professor Peterson, please don’t say that. You are the top expert in the country, and so many people have been wanting to study under you but haven’t had the opportunity. Myrna just doesn’t understand…”

Before his words had even fallen, he heard the indifferent and casual voice of the girl saying, “I don’t care, anyway, I can choose the major I like for the college entrance examination.”