I pretended to be a loser for three years, but the director of the emergency room knelt down and begged me to save his father. The medical loser who was ridiculed by the whole school turned out to be a hidden boss with top-level connections. When the school beauty tore up my thesis in the anatomy room, I took out the mysterious jade pendant with my backhand and completed the nerve connection technique that even national academicians were helpless in the blink of an eye.
The head of the department who was plotting against me was suddenly poisoned and convulsed: "Gu Yu, your father saved me back then..." I sneered and wiped off the blood on the scalpel: "Now, it's your turn to kneel down and beg me." And the soft figure in the corner who always stuffed me with hot milk was holding a stethoscope against my back: "Classmate Gu, your heartbeat... Seems to have revealed something."
