Nora had just left school when her phone rang.
She got into her jeep and picked up the call. Mr. Zabe's voice immediately sounded on the other end of the line. "Nora, where are you?"
Nora: "…Silvester, I still have something on. I'll take my leave."
Mr. Zabe said, "You can't leave. Let me tell you, I'm already old. I'm in my sixties and about to retire! The position of New York College of Traditional Medicine's director must be yours!"
As soon as he said this, she heard Dean Shaw's voice. "Anti, as the world's number one surgeon, you are destined to hold a scalpel. Don't be fooled by Mr. Zabe!"
"What fooled? This is my father's order! As my father's disciple, she should take over!"
"Heh, you know she's a disciple. But is Anti your disciple?!"
"…Don't be unreasonable here. Let me tell you, it's a waste of Nora's talents to hold a scalpel!"