After her rebirth
Chapter 100

The tone sounded genuinely sincere.

Katniss raised an eyebrow, her face cool and indifferent. "Thanks for your concern," she said.

Then she went back to her book, her hair softly framing her face, showing off just half of her beautiful features. Her forehead was smooth and flawless, making her look effortlessly attractive.

Nova gave a light smile. "You're welcome," she said, then turned her attention elsewhere.

Word on the street was that Katniss got into Brent's program without even finishing the exam. She only did half of it. No one could figure out what made her so special that Brent, known for being strict, would bend the rules for her. Soon, they pulled up to the hospital.

A doctor in a white coat was waiting at the entrance, scanning the area. When he saw the familiar car, he walked over right away.

Brent found a parking spot, got out, and shook hands with the doctor. He quickly introduced Katniss and the others before leading them to the back of the hospital.

Hospitals are places where the fragility of life is starkly apparent, and where the best and worst of humanity are laid bare.

They walked through a corridor and out a door into a big open-air plaza. There were rows of tables, each with a doctor's name on it.

Since this was a free clinic, there were already long lines at each table by the time they got there.

"Professor Jenkins, this is your spot. If you need anything, just have someone find me. I'll be in the office," the doctor said warmly, leaving his contact info.

Brent waved him off, quickly put on a white coat, sat down, and glanced at Cecil.

Cecil got the hint and carefully put away the contact info.

Katniss looked around. Brent was famous, and the line in front of him was way longer than the others. There had to be at least a hundred people.

Could Brent handle all this alone?

It seemed like he brought the three of them to help out.

As soon as Brent sat down, he took a big gulp of water and started organizing things. "Nova, go help Dean. Cecil, team up with Katniss and show her the ropes."

Then Brent got to work, diagnosing and talking to patients.

He was quick and efficient.

Katniss quickly got the hang of things and turned to Cecil. "What do I need to do?"

She hadn't done this before and didn't know the routine.

Cecil was about to explain when Nova came over, looking serious. "There are way more patients than we expected. I think Katniss should go help Dean. I'll stick with Cecil. We've worked together a lot and know what we're doing." "Plus, there are fewer people at Dean's table, so it won't be as hectic for you, Katniss," she added.

Cecil shot them a cold look. "Hurry up and decide. I've got work to do."

With that, Cecil walked between them and started working.

Cecil's voice was calm and soothing as he talked to patients, quickly putting them at ease.

Nova smiled and patted Katniss on the shoulder. "What do you think, Katniss?"

Katniss rubbed her wrist, put on a mask, and glanced at Nova. "I'm fine with anything." Without waiting for Nova to say more, Katniss headed over to Dean's table.

Nova bit her lip. Even though she got what she wanted, Katniss's look made her feel uneasy. But a few seconds later, Nova pulled herself together. She hadn't done anything wrong.

This joint free clinic was a big deal, and every professor brought their go-to students.

She had to make the most of this chance to shine.

And Cecil was a prodigy, head and shoulders above the rest of their generation. Teaming up with him was the best way to maximize their strengths. After giving Katniss one last look, Nova turned and joined Cecil.

They grouped every ten patients, sorting out the mild, severe, and complex cases.

Nova and Cecil handled the mild ones, Brent took the complex cases, and the tough-to-diagnose ones were saved for a final group consultation.

"Professor Palmer, hi. I'm Brent's student, Katniss, here to help. What do you need me to do?" Katniss asked softly.

Dean was so swamped he hadn't even had a chance to drink water. Hearing he had help, he was almost moved to tears.

Dean was supposed to bring a student, but that student broke his leg playing basketball and was still in the hospital. Dean couldn't find a suitable replacement in time, so he asked Brent to lend him a student.

Dean turned around happily, only to be stunned. Katniss looked very young, with her hair neatly tied in a bun. Although she wore a mask, her clear eyes shone brightly in the sunlight.

No need to guess, the face under the mask must be beautiful.

Brent was really generous!

He sent such a pretty girl to help him.

But seeing Katniss's young age and unfamiliar face, Dean changed his plan. Instead of having her see patients, he assigned her some miscellaneous tasks.

Seeing the pretty girl, Dean's mood improved, and he kindly explained what she needed to do. Afraid she wouldn't remember, he even wrote a simple note for her.

Katniss took the paper, glanced at the words, silently folded it, and put it in her pocket.

Then she started helping Dean.

There were fewer patients here, so Katniss grouped them in fives, distributed number tags, and screened the cases, selecting suitable patients for Dean, who specialized in the digestive system. Many were common conditions like gastritis, peptic ulcers, and gastroptosis.

"Hello, could you check my grandson? He hasn't been eating well, feels nauseous, and has been vomiting for days," a woman in her fifties anxiously described the condition of a teenage boy leaning against her, looking very uncomfortable. Dean looked at his medical history. The boy was in high school, under academic stress, with irregular eating habits, and already had gastritis.

"What has he been eating recently?" Dean was puzzled. The symptoms seemed like gastroenteritis but didn't quite match.

Dean pressed the boy's abdomen. "How does it feel?"

The boy breathed lightly and said softly, "I'm in pain! Hurry up and treat me. Do you even know how to diagnose?"

The boy's sudden outburst made Dean's face darken. "I need to ask clearly."

The woman quickly covered the boy's mouth, apologizing, "I'm sorry, He wasn't like this before."

Katniss observed for a while, then suddenly lifted the boy's arm, rolling up his sleeve to reveal several red spots on his skin.

"What are you doing! Get off me!" the boy shouted.

Katniss gave him a cold look, and the previously irritable boy suddenly went limp.

Then Katniss lifted his shirt, revealing more red spots on his back.

Katniss let go of him and said calmly, "Mild poisoning."

"Katniss, what are you doing? Let go of him. You're just a sophomore, you can't diagnose!" Suddenly, a sharp voice erupted from behind, "I'm sorry, she's just talking nonsense."