Page 108 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"Crystal Richards," she replied, "Is this Professor Maxwell's class for Human Physiology?"

"The audacity…" he facepalmed himself, "You do realize you're late, aren't you?"

"With due respect, sir, this school is very difficult to navigate," she replied.

"You're damn right. Welcome to Human Physiology," he welcomed her.

"Thank you, sir. I hope to learn a lot from you," she said with a polite bow.

She took a seat next to me and my heart was stolen.

"Hey, Harold here," I introduced myself.

She smiled at me, her blue eyes piercing me, "Crystal Richards here."

"You're a badass," I said as I kept my head on my palm, "can I hire you for protection?"

"You call that flirting?" She raised a brow, "This is a medical school. I expect your pickup lines to be medical-related."

"Really?" I crossed my arms, "Give me an example."

"Hey Harold, I'm glad this is human physiology class, because I want to know how your body works," she said as she wiggled her brows at me.

I kept a straight face…until I couldn't.

"Shit, that was good," I admitted.

"You're welcome," she said with a smirk, "Now shut up and focus."

She wasn't really a rude person. I could tell it was a wall she had built to protect herself. But from what exactly?

We remained attached at the hip and she asked for my help time and time again. It was nice knowing that she depended on me for things related to school and all that. Made me feel good.

"So, you want to be an ER doctor?" I asked.

"Yeah, I want to be able to save lives," she said, "To have gifted hands that can save every life they touch. To have eyes to see cases that could fail or succeed. I want to mock death for the sake of my patients."

"To mock death?" I chuckled, "Well, I agree that it is our dream to help our patients cheat death, but it's a feat normal people like us can't actually accomplish.”

“Well, normal people like us can't, but I heard a student here did it and is still doing it," she said as she put her hair behind her ear. She stared off into the sky, seeing something I couldn't see.

"You mean Adam Hunt? The gifted hands?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah, him."

"The man isn't human. He's a genius," I rubbed my hands together, "I heard that the research papers he submitted just as homework are used in some schools to teach first-year students. We use some of his works as well."

"They aren't rumors; it's what we used in my former school," she replied, "I want to be like that. Or work with him and learn."

"They said he's going to die a miserable death for helping that many people escape the grim reaper," I chuckled, "Would you want a fate like that?"

She turned to look at me, "Isn't that why we chose to become doctors? Save as many lives as possible, make money, and die?"

Her blue eyes scanned my face, waiting for my answer.

She was something else.

"You're crazy," I chuckled.

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