In front of everyone, I openly revealed that I had organized Ferris's presentation materials for him.
As Dr. Yates scanned the contents, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, while Ferris, standing right beside her, frowned slightly.
Even Zoey, who had been glued to Ferris's side, couldn't mask the flash of awkwardness on her face.
But it didn't matter.
Didn't Ferris claim I was using him as a stepping stone? Then I would treat him exactly like one.
I wasn't about to play the silent, uncredited laborer anymore.
"Not bad at all. The logic is very clear," Dr. Yates praised as he closed the folder. "Selena's efficiency definitely deserves commendation."
I was just about to reply when a commotion erupted near the main entrance. Looking up, I saw a pristine line of five men in sharp suits striding in. Leading the pack was a distinguished older man with graying hair but an incredibly commanding presence. His steady gait made it obvious he was a heavyweight in the field.
Dr. Yates gave us a knowing look and immediately stepped forward to greet him. "Professor Rhodes, it's been far too long."
That was when I realized this was Ronald Rhodes, a highly respected authority in domestic anesthesiology and the leading representative from St. Jude's Medical Center. He was the undisputed pillar of this seminar.
Despite his massive reputation, Professor Rhodes was incredibly warm and approachable toward Dr. Yates. "It's truly been over half a year. I'll definitely have to pick Dr. Yates's brain later today."
After saying this, his gaze shifted and landed squarely on Ferris. "Caspian, this is the legendary Ferris Sterling, Capital General's ace and their top neurosurgeon. You two are around the same age; you should get acquainted."
A man standing beside Professor Rhodes stepped forward. He was wearing an unassuming, dark, tailored suit—so dark and muted that it bordered on old-fashioned at first glance. But the moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt as if something had gently knocked against my chest, sending a sudden ripple through my heart.
Simply put, I had never seen a man this devastatingly handsome.
If Ferris's features were defined by sharp, commanding masculinity, this Dr. Caspian Cross possessed a captivating, almost cinematic elegance.


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