Second-year coursework wasn't heavy.
Also, although they had chosen their specialties, there wasn't much difference in the course content; mainly, there were differences in class hours.
Abigail, Lena, and Sophie were all in clinical medicine, so most of their courses overlapped.
Lena was particularly happy, and Abigail thought it was nice too, while Sophie tossed her cool short hair.
In the afternoon, Abigail went to the classroom but didn't see Jeffrey Foster, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But without Jeffrey around, Abigail had to accept a wave of enthusiastic greetings from her classmates. This time, she firmly prohibited any physical contact, and finally, no one touched her.
Abigail shook her head with lingering fear, truly feeling the passion of these young boys and girls.
At this moment, Wilson poked her.
Abigail turned her head to look at the shy boy beside her and sighed, "Didn't I say it's useless?"
