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Chapter 137 Recommendation letter from medical school, the hospital is a good place!

Professor Mons looked up, saw the two approaching, and nodded.

Wright bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

"Professor," Ivan said, bowing slightly and speaking respectfully.

He had a deep respect for Mons, this rigid and impartial old professor.

Such people don't play tricks or engage in power struggles; they stick to one principle their whole lives: to do good academic research.

Mons hummed in agreement and handed the two letters to the two men.

"These are my recommendation letters for both of you, from the medical school."

Evan was taken aback: "Huh? We're only freshmen."

Morales seemed to know more, as he tentatively asked while reading the letter.

"Are you recommending that we learn and practice simultaneously, accumulating experimental time in advance?"

Mons nodded and said, "You two are the best students and the most diligent students I'm currently teaching."

"Although you come from very different backgrounds, I am very pleased to see that you two can study together and have a good relationship."

"I'm a rather rigid person, and I believe that studying hard will lead to a bright future."

Morales asked respectfully, "But Professor, isn't this a bit too early? Doesn't the new regulation require at least two years of basic science training?"

Mons took a sip of the long-cold black tea.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. I, an old man, can't handle all of this on my own."

The old man looked at Ivan: "You know Dr. Forem, right?"

Evan nodded respectfully: "Yes, I gained the approval of a senior figure in Newhafen. He wrote a letter of recommendation for me, allowing me to learn something from Dr. Forem."

Morales turned around abruptly, his face filled with shock.

"You? Dr. Forem?"

Dr. Forem! A prominent figure in the medical school.

Professor of Biochemistry! Founder of the Clinical Physiology and Chemistry Laboratory!

How could such a big shot, whom even his father looked up to, be associated with such a lowly kid?

But the next second, Morales remembered the scene of being held in Princess Evan's arms in the middle of the night.

I remembered those golden vertical pupils that glowed in the darkness, and that handsome silver hair.

He understood instantly.

Mons's usually stern face now showed a slight smile.

"Dr. Forem has a very good opinion of you, Arkham."

Then he looked at Morales.

"You have a good father, and you've worked hard enough, Morales."

"Some strange illnesses have recently appeared in Bolton, and the medical school and its affiliated hospitals are short-staffed."

"They need some reliable, good students, especially those who are diligent and have outstanding learning abilities."

"Dr. Forem specifically requested the two of you."

"The matter is urgent, so this is being handled as a special case."

Upon hearing this, the two nodded in understanding.

Professor Mons continued, "You are very fortunate to be able to take basic science courses while also learning and practicing at the medical school."

"As long as you can maintain this intensity, you can obtain your medical licenses three or four years earlier than other students in the same year."

Upon hearing this, Morales' face immediately lit up with excitement as he exclaimed, "I know I can hold on!"

Ivan bowed deeply beside him and said, "Thank you, Professor Mons."

Morales immediately suppressed his excitement and bowed in response.

He thought to himself, "No wonder he's someone who walks between two worlds! So sensible! Morales, you should learn more from Arkham!"

Mons smiled and waved his hand: "From now on, you can attend classes in the morning, but you don't need to go to the memorization group in the afternoon. Just go directly to the medical school."

"Now pack your things and head to medical school."

After giving his instructions, Mons put away his previous amiable demeanor and spoke with a serious expression.

"Grades cannot drop; all exams must be A's."

Both of them patted their chests to indicate that there was no problem.

As he was leaving, Professor Mons called out to Evan.

"Arkham".

Ivan turned his head and saw the old man casually reminding him.

"Stay away from Byron, he's no decent guy."

Ivan felt a warmth in his heart; this rigid old professor was protecting his students in his own way.

"I know, Professor. Thank you."

Mons hummed in agreement and didn't look up again.

The two walked out of the office and closed the door.

In the corridor, Morales' face was full of excitement and anticipation.

"Oh My God."

"I feel like I'm dreaming."

"Not six years! Not eight years!"

"With this opportunity, four years! In four years, I can become a doctor!"

Ivan held Professor Mons's letter of recommendation, his face beaming with joy.

However, his focus is somewhat different from Morales'.

"The hospital is a good place."

"Patients are everywhere, samples are everywhere, treasures are everywhere!"

"The virus clues that Vic asked me to investigate might lead to a breakthrough in the hospital."

The two then took the recommendation letters and went to the dean's office to report the situation.

The letter from the medical school has already been sent.

After reviewing Professor Mons' signature and the medical school's official letter, the newly arrived dean of students quickly stamped the document.

From now on, you can leave at noon without worrying about attendance.

Afterwards, the two went back to the classroom, packed their things, put on their backpacks, and boarded the tram heading north.

Destination: North of the Char River, Sage University Medical School.

The tram clanged and clattered through Bolton, past the slopes of Lighthouse Hill, and across the iron bridge over the Charles River.

Throughout the journey, Morales was so excited he couldn't stop talking.

"Finally, I can learn some exciting new things! Anatomy! Pathology! Clinical diagnosis!"

He rubbed his hands together, then suddenly turned his head, his expression becoming more serious.

"Arkham".

"Um?"

"If I'm in danger, can you lend me a hand?"

Ivan stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

"In our line of work, we mainly look at the fees."

Morales's expression froze for a moment.

Evan added with a smile, "But considering our friendship, I can help you this once for free."

Morales nodded immediately: "No problem!"

After what happened last time, he learned a lot from his father.

About that white disc, about those nightmares, about the hidden side of this world.

And Evan was the only person he knew in that world.

"Oh, right, Arkham!"

Morales suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned serious.

"Do you want that plate that gave me nightmares before?"

"I dare not touch it again, and I don't know what to do with it."

"I'm afraid it'll explode if I throw it in the fireplace, but I'm also afraid it might harm someone if I just leave it lying around. Can you handle this?"

Evan immediately recalled what Hill had said earlier: the reason Morales was targeted by the ghouls was because of a bone plate.

The fact that the thing could attract border ghouls indicates that it possesses some kind of extraordinary attribute.

It can be considered a magical artifact no matter how you look at it.

Ivan grinned, revealing his signature sunny smile.

"sure!"

At this moment, his voice was filled with righteousness and generosity.

"Considering our friendship, I won't charge you for the first time."

Morales looked deeply moved: "Arkham, you're such a good friend!"

Evan smiled and nodded, already calculating in his mind how much money he could sell that bone plate for.

The tram clanged and clattered as it crossed the Char River iron bridge.

The winter sunset reflected on the river surface, giving people a bright and shimmering feeling.

At this point, the medical school buildings on the north bank came into view.

Red brick walls, pointed towers, and exterior walls covered with ivy.

This is the dream place for countless people in this era.

At 4:30 p.m., the two got off the tram.

Morales stood at the doorway, took a deep breath of the cold air near the riverbank, and spoke in a cheerful voice.

"This is my first time coming to medical school by myself!"

After a brief moment of excitement, the two chatted as they walked inside.

"Has your father's clinic recently seen any patients with these strange illnesses?" Evan asked casually.

Morales shook his head: "No, my father's clients are mainly middle class, he doesn't deal with people in the lower classes."

The next second he immediately realized that Ivan was from the lower class, so he hurriedly tried to cover it up.

"However, he also goes to some other relatively affordable clinics to help treat patients and collect some medical records along the way."

He stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly: "According to my father, it doesn't seem like a common illness."

"The morphology of the ulceration, the speed of its spread, and the distribution pattern of the lesions all seem to be newly appearing symptoms."

As the two were talking, a medical student in a white coat ran over quickly, carrying several metal boxes with red "Urgent" labels on them.

Following the flow of people, the two arrived at the hall that Ivan had visited before.

The same woman was sitting behind the reception desk, her brown curly hair piled up on her back, and a bronze badge of the medical school pinned to her chest.

She saw Ivan and nodded with a smile.

"Are you here to see Dr. Forem?"

Ivan smiled and handed over the letter of recommendation: "Yes. This is my classmate; we're both here to help out."

The female receptionist seemed to have been notified in advance, and without asking any questions, she led the two up the stairs to the door of Forem's office on the second floor.

The door wasn't closed properly. A male voice, filled with suppressed anger, came from inside.

"How could such crucial samples be mixed up?"

"The entire sample from this experiment is contaminated!"

The receptionist gestured to the two of them to "please wait a moment," and then gently knocked on the door frame.

The sound inside stopped for a second.

"Come in."

The two pushed open the door and went inside.

Dr. Forem stood in front of his desk, his hands on the surface, leaning forward, giving off a stern and fierce sense of oppression.

Three male students were standing in front of him.

They were all in their early twenties, heads bowed, faces pale, and no one dared to speak.

After the reprimand, Forem took a deep breath and spoke in a slightly gentler tone.

"I know you've all been very tired lately, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"The city's sanitation is in trouble, and this is the time for us medical professionals to step up."

"This batch of samples is unusable; we'll collect the next batch in a bit."

The young man who was leading the group tentatively spoke up: "Doctor, that place is very dangerous."

He wore round-framed glasses, had some Central Asian mixed-race features, and his skin was a healthy wheat color.

Forem nodded: "I know, that's why I brought you some help."

As he spoke, he turned to look towards the door.

The three students turned their heads.

Then they saw two people standing at the door.

The one on the left is tall, wearing an old jacket, and has a bright, sunny smile on his face.

The one on the right is impeccably dressed, with a neatly tied tie.

But he looked somewhat embarrassed, like an introverted intern who didn't know what to do with his hands.

The bespectacled young man who was leading the group immediately made a judgment.

He strode over and warmly grasped Morales's hands.

"You must be the helper the doctor called over?"

"Thank God, you've finally arrived! We all want to—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the poor student beside him walk past him nonchalantly.

"Dr. Forem, is there anything I can do for you?"

His tone was casual, and his posture was relaxed and composed.

Forem smiled and said to the three students, "Let me introduce you!"

"Evan Ludwig Arkham".

"Not only is he an academically excellent student, but he is also a capable person with rich social experience."

"With him around, all the problems you've encountered before can be easily solved."

The bespectacled young man who was leading the group was still holding Morales's hand.

He turned his head to look at Evan's back, his expression changing from enthusiasm to embarrassment.

Morales carefully withdrew his hand.

"Just call me Morales, senior."

Ivan turned around and smiled at everyone.

"Hello everyone! I'm a trainee who entered Sage University two and a half months ago. You can call me Arkham."

The bespectacled young man was filled with doubt upon hearing this.

Two and a half months? That's for freshmen.

He's at least two or three years younger than me, what kind of social experience could he possibly have?

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