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.

was the difference between her words

a high school student, how

surgery isn't like cutting a watermelon. She acted as if she could just do it on a

his eyelashes, and at light laugh escaped from his thin,

in character. Now it seemed that it wasn't his misconception, she

just stood there, like a

a group of neurosurgeons from a

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

wild

you need to have the ability if you want to play the hero. Even the hospital

I stake

a thin layer of sweat still damp on

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