CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

In the medical field, the association referred to here was an elite organization. Its members were either highly reputable figures like Professor Zeller or individuals with exceptionally powerful connections, like Harley.

The majority of the association fell into two categories. The first was well-connected individuals who used their influence to secure their positions. The second was a rare group who stayed out of cliques and politics, dedicating themselves solely to their craft. These individuals were admitted into the association based purely on merit and skill.

Wilfred had once belonged to this latter group before he chose to leave the association.

Karina had learned all this inadvertently from Wilfred, whose brief mentions of the association had piqued her curiosity for a long time. Finally catching sight of the association's forum, her eyes instinctively lit up.

But then her gaze landed on a highlighted post in bold red letters:

"How Can an Unknown Nobody Pull Off a Groundbreaking Surgery? Click to Uncover the Truth!"

Yvette quickly snatched her phone back. "Don't mind it. Clickbait like that is everywhere. It's nothing new."

Yvette's actions spoke volumes. Karina didn't push for the phone but

used to think the association might be respectable, but this just wiped out any hope I had. Letting people post garbage

widened in alarm. She quickly glanced around and clamped a hand over Karina's mouth. "Are

"Why shouldn't I say it? I performed that surgery with my own skill. And now they're

be angered by such slander, and Karina was far from the patient type. Or maybe, she thought, it was years of suppressing her temper that had finally

put up with this nonsense anymore," she muttered, the fire in

before warning sternly, "What are you planning to do? Blow up the association? Let me remind you-your graduate school dreams depend

people in there."

Yvette's words, but at her own inability to argue against

It quickly gave way to

her frustration, she began scrolling through her study materials and emails. Her eyes stopped on a new email that had just arrived. "Wait," Yvette gasped, pointing at the screen.

her only "relationship" with them was the frustration and anger she felt from being