The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 709

The two students were highly skeptical of their own abilities, only to be lectured by Xavier once again.

"We understand, Professor. We'll work harder."

They both looked totally defeated.

They honestly didn't know if they'd ever reach the point in this lifetime where their hands could act as scales.

Even grasping the exact temperature seemed impossible for them.

"Don't worry about it. You're still young; you have plenty of time to practice and improve," Claire added comfortingly.

The two students exchanged a look, both wanting to shake their heads.

Did this girl want to take a look at her own age before she spoke?

She was so young yet completely mastered everything, while they were already grad students—significantly older than her.

But in her eyes, they were basically just apprentices.

Seeing their reactions, Claire guessed what they were thinking and explained, "I learned to identify herbs at three, memorize medical formulas by five, and had the confidence to write prescriptions at eight."

"But that's only because I've been learning since I was a child."

"If it weren't for a bit of natural talent combined with starting from such a young age, if my starting line had been the same as yours, I wouldn't be much better off."

Claire's words finally gave them a small sliver of comfort.

With the medicine ready, Dr. Duncan arrived quickly, and Claire left with him.

Xavier trailed right behind them with his two students in tow.

He wanted his students to observe and learn as much as possible.

As Claire followed Dr. Duncan to the ward, a middle-aged woman walked out carrying a thermos.

Seeing Dr. Duncan, she greeted him politely.

"Dr. Duncan."

The woman’s hair was graying at the temples, and deep wrinkles lined her face, her smile tinged with profound bitterness.

She was clearly someone who had endured long years of hard labor and struggled with deep financial hardship.

The woman's lips trembled, not knowing what to say, so she simply looked at them with desperate, pleading eyes.

Claire didn't say anything else, only mentioning that the paste would get cold soon and that they needed to apply it to the patient.

She was ultimately still young and wasn't entirely sure how to navigate the heavy emotional weight of these situations.

Dr. Duncan called a nurse over to accompany the woman to get hot water.

Because the woman looked to be in terrible shape—her eyes red and swollen, her face frighteningly pale, looking as though she might collapse at any moment.

If someone in that condition passed out in the hospital, it would be a disaster.

Claire stepped into the ward and finally got a clear look at the man's specific condition.

After examining him, she checked his pulse, her brow furrowing deeply.

"He's been running a fever, and the infection has worsened. Let's apply the paste first and change the dressing every eight hours."

"Alright." Whatever Claire said went, and Dr. Duncan didn't voice a single objection.

He had just been about to mention that the wound had been fluctuating between good and bad, but Claire was already uncovering the man's leg, cutting away the old gauze, and prepping to treat the wound herself.