My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius
My Arrogant 74

Chapter 74 She Is Like a Mystery

Everyone turned around, only to see a girl of about 18 panting and walking towards them. She was wearing a hat T-shirt and ash-grey jeans, with a pair of small leather boots on her feet. The two straight and well-proportioned legs exposed in the middle suggested that she must have run over in a hurry. The fine sweat on her forehead had not been wiped off, she was panting, with her hands on her knees, and there seemed to be a cluster of wild fire burning in her eyes. "I came."

Monica stared at her, mouth agape, forgetting to wipe the tears on her sallow face, utterly astonished, "Mya?"

Cedric, who was following behind, was also dumbfounded. He scratched his head, not knowing what was going on. He turned his face to the man next to him and said, "Mr. Larson, what is Ms. Stark doing?" Fooling around?

Not at all!

Myrna was not the type of girl who loved to fool around.

Although she was young, she was much more composed than her brother, Mr. Payne.

In this situation, she had no reason to make a fuss.

But what was the difference between her words and nonsense?

"She was just a high school student, how could she know medical

skills? Brain surgery isn't like cutting a watermelon. She acted as if she could just do it on a whim. Wasn't this causing trouble?"

Calvin lifted his eyebrows with his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and at light laugh escaped from his thin, vibrant lips: "Huh." Interesting-

He had thought that Myrna was just seemingly different from ordinary girls in character. Now it seemed that it wasn't his misconception, she was indeed so unique.

Myrna just stood there, like a mystery!

A female high school student told a group of neurosurgeons from a third-class hospital that she wanted to perform surgery, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Annette Cohen, known as the most beautiful female neurosurgeon, was the first to scoff. She arrogantly lifted her chin and looked her up and down: "You're coming? A matter that none of us doctors are sure of, you, a high school student, you say you're coming and you're coming? If you accidentally kill someone, can you bear the responsibility?"

Bathed in the corridor light, Myrna exuded a wild and cool aura. She grunted, "Hmm, I'm in charge."

Annette furrowed her thin eyebrows, slightly annoyed, and retorted, "What a joke, you take responsibility? With what? Treating patients is not a child's play, you need to have the ability if you want to play the hero. Even the hospital doesn't dare to take responsibility for this surgery, can you?"

"How should I stake my life on this?"

Myrna stood before them, hands in her pockets, a thin layer of sweat still damp on her forehead. She was slightly out of breath as she spoke,

but an air of arrogance and confidence radiated from her.

"If my surgery had failed, I would have given my life to Erick."

Monica covered her mouth, not allowing her to speak like that, shaking her head frantically, "Don't talk nonsense, about life and death, you're still young, your uncle doesn't deserve this, none of us do."

Myrna had beautiful eyes, their shape slightly resembling almond eyes, with the corners tilting upwards like phoenix eyes, making her seem less obedient. Even when she lowered her gaze at that moment, the raised part of her brow bone was full of rebellion. It was wildly unacceptable!

She helped Monica to a chair, her eyes downcast, her raven-black eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes. In a soft voice, she said, "I know what you and Erick are worth to me. Don't worry, I won't let Erick die." Monica's eyes were red-rimmed, clutching her hand, choking on her words. She was tongue-tied, repeating the same sentence over and over again: "Mya, it's not worth it, we haven't done anything for you." Myrna straightened up, wiping away the tears on her face with her hand, "Stop crying."

Having pacified Monica, she turned around, her back of the hand behind her, her eyes a mix of wildness and determination: "Both transferring and continuing to wait are unrealistic, you guys don't have a second option n