Not long after, Arielle entered the classroom, and the first person she saw was Aaron. When he beamed at her, she feigned ignorance and scanned the people in the classroom. A few seconds later, she raised her brow as she spotted many familiar faces.
There were a few students from the orthopedics department whom Arielle never expected to take traditional Chanaean medicine. It was at that moment that her impression of them finally improved a little.
Especially when she spotted Sonia
who sat at the back. Arielle's lips curled into a smile, pleased to see Sonia in her class.
On the other hand, Sonia's gaze darkened when she caught Aaron grinning brightly at Arielle. Mother's right. I've got to hasten my pace. Otherwise, Aaron's going to be snatched away by someone else.
“Hello, everyone. I'm your lecturer for traditional Chanaean medicine, Arielle Moore.” As usual, Arielle began by introducing herself. The students were much older, so she went straight into the topic for that day after the introductions. “Traditional Chanaean medicine focuses on four things— observing, listening, questioning, and feeling. In other words, they mean observing the patients' complexion, listening to their breathing, asking about their symptoms, and feeling their pulse.”
As soon as Arielle finished, a girl scoffed, “That's the basics. Everyone knows them. Why would we need you to talk about such basic knowledge here? Can't you teach us something more useful?”
Aaron instantly flashed the girl a hostile glare. He could hardly believe someone was questioning the lecturer whom he had put so much effort into bringing over.
“Emmy, His Royal Highness is looking at you.”
When the girl who spoke up earlier, Emmy, heard her best friend’s words, she glanced at Aaron instinctively. She noticed the coldness in his glare, and she lowered her head guiltily. “It's the truth.”
“If it's so simple, why don't you examine your friend? Find out if she's feeling unwell anywhere,” Arielle suggested coolly, ignoring Emmy's displeasure.
“Examine me?” Emmy's friend pointed at herself doubtfully.
“Yes, you.” Arielle nodded.
Emmy chuckled. “Linda's fine. There's nothing wrong with her.”
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