My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Master Walton was so angry that he glared at her. "Miss Melling, how can you only give her ten minutes? There's no way my mentor can finish answering all the questions in such a short time!" "The way I see it, she's just doing this to protect her ego." Fiona sneered. She didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. She waved at her men and ordered, "Catch her!" The group of men quickly stepped forward.

Just then, there was a notice from the system at the entrance of the examination room.

The system announced: "Lucille Jules, please collect your license. Lucille Jules, please collect your license."

The announcement was made twice.

Everyone was stunned.

Master Walton was stunned for a moment. He was the first to react and ran to the window to help Lucille get her freshly made medical license.

It was real. It was real!

Fiona's face instantly soured.

How was that possible?

She glared at Lucille. Her tone changed as she accused, "You must have cheated! Did you bribe the employees? How dare you, Lucille?"

Lucille scratched her ears, still looking as nonchalant as ever. She said casually, "There are so many pairs of eyes on me. Wouldn't it be obvious whether I cheated or not?" The big screen showing a live broadcast above her head was the evidence.

Fiona was so angry that she kept huffing and puffing. She had never expected that Lucille was actually capable of getting a medical license in less than ten minutes. She had underestimated her!

"Hmph. Don't celebrate just yet. Sooner or later, you will be in the palm of my hand!"

With that, Fiona led her subordinates away.

After they left, Master Walton suddenly covered his chest and bent down. He seemed to be in al bit of pain.

Lucille held him up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Just as she was about to grab hold of Master Walton's hand to take his pulse, Master Walton raised his head and sobbed, "I feel so ashamed as your disciple, Miss Bambo. When I sat for this exam, I had to take it twice before getting my license." Oh. He wasn't sick. He had just suffered a huge blow to his ego.

Lucille found it amusing.

"I don't know how to comfort you. I can only say that it's because of my talent."

Master Walton clutched at his chest. He felt like he had been stabbed yet again.

She might as well have kept quiet. Those words of comfort were so annoying.

Lucille shook her head and straightened up.

"All right, I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

Either way, she had already gotten her medical license. Fiona wouldn't be able to use that against her next time.

Just as Lucille was about to leave, she heard a weak voice.

"Miss Jules..."

Lucille turned around to see Owen and Annie helping Hilda out of the ward.

Hilda said in a hoarse voice, "You saved me twice, Miss Jules."

Last time, Lucille had saved Evelyn. Evelyn was Hilda's life, so it was equivalent to saving

Hilda herself.

This time, Lucille had pulled her back from the gates of the afterlife.

How could she explain her gratitude in just a few words?

Hilda stepped forward with red eyes and said, "Miss Jules, if you have anything in the future, I will do anything in my power to help you!"Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"It's no big deal. You don't have to go that far." Lucille blinked and smiled faintly. "You haven't recovered from your injury yet. Go back to the ward and rest. I'll get going first."