"What's up?" Claire leaned against the wall lazily with her arms around her chest, her face indifferent as always.
Sheldon looked at her intently. "I heard that it was you who operated on Grandpa?"
Claire raised her eyebrows and didn't deny it.
"Well… how did you do it? Why did you…" Sheldon suddenly became agitated, and even his voice rose a bit.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Claire curled up her lips and smiled contemptuously.
The girl's attitude was very cold. Sheldon opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.
After a long while, he lowered his head and said hesitantly, "Do you want to study medicine? I can…"
"Not interested." Claire interrupted him coldly.
She straightened up, and passed by him ruthlessly.
Sheldon turned his head abruptly, and his gaze followed the girl's lonely figure, which receded and gradually disappeared.
