Chapter 1069: Are There Still People Who Can't Use Computers Nowadays?

But the reputation of being the top neurosurgeon in the country rings loud and clear, even if she always keeps a stern face, seeming somewhat arrogant and unapproachable. Shrouded in her aura, she still walks with vigor and purpose.

"Professor Wafford."

"Professor, you have arrived."

"Good morning, Professor."

Adelle Wafford is exacting in her ways, demanding of her students to an extreme degree; her team members, trained by her, react to her presence like mice to a cat, immediately snapping to attention at the mere sight of her, no matter what they were doing.

"Hmm." She looks even more pallid today, with dark circles under her eyelids and a document folder tucked under her arm.

They're the experimental data.

She delegates tasks with an impassive expression overhead, a brewing storm. But when it comes to Caryn Zachmann, she hands over the simplest task, treating Caryn noticeably gentler: "Caryn, next semester, you just need to proofread this data and submit it to me."