On the day of the medical school opening, all the students registered on time.
Groups of people gathered here and there chatting.
Each professor has around ten students, with three to four sharing a dormitory room.
Eleanor Sterling was walking when suddenly a girl tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned her head to look.
A round-faced girl looked at her with a smile, "Hello, Eleanor Sterling, I’m Stella Hawthorne, your dorm mate."
Hearing her surname, Eleanor raised an eyebrow.
The Hawthorne Family?
Could she be related to that guy?
"The Hawthorne Family from Aethelgard?" she asked.
Stella stuck her tongue out, "Yes, our family is quite famous."
The Hawthorne Family is indeed one of Aethelgard’s top elite families, not just famous; if one reveals their identity, some people would even cozy up to them.
Yet Stella had none of the arrogance of a wealthy heiress, instead, she was approachable and friendly.
If she hadn’t revealed her name, one might not think she was an heiress of a prestigious family.
Eleanor nodded, and said, "Hello, Eleanor Sterling."
"I know you; you were incredible during the interview, getting first place when no one else could solve the difficult questions."
Eleanor smiled and nodded, "I usually read widely, so I know a few things."
Stella looked at Eleanor’s luggage, and said, "Did you come alone? This much luggage must be heavy, let me have my bodyguard carry it to the dorm for you."
After she spoke, she didn’t wait for Eleanor to respond before shouting, "Xander Lawson."
A man with a composed demeanor stepped forward, bowed slightly, "Miss."
Stella instructed, "Help my roommate carry her luggage to the dormitory."
The man nodded and silently carried the luggage away.
Watching his departing figure, Eleanor couldn’t help but marvel, were bodyguards so refined these days?
Stella didn’t mind Eleanor’s unsightly, scary scarred face and proactively engaged her in conversation.
She even had her bodyguard assist with the luggage, which immediately made Eleanor feel favorable toward her.
At this moment, people nearby exclaimed softly, "Wow, look over there!"
"Isn’t that Faye Sterling?"
"Yeah, she seemed to have missed the exam due to a recommendation letter incident on the interview day, why is she here now?"
"She’s actually carrying luggage, is she coming to enroll?"
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Sure enough, she saw Faye Sterling carrying a big pink suitcase, clearly resembling one of the students coming to enroll.
Stella asked in confusion, "Faye Sterling? Didn’t she fail to get admitted?"
Eleanor’s face also showed a hint of puzzlement.
Indeed, wasn’t Faye Sterling eliminated? Why did she come here again?
Stella said, "If she missed enrollment, there’s only one way she could get in, maybe she used that method."
"That is, if someone of status like our Hawthorne Family recommends, you can get admitted without an exam."
After speaking, Stella winked, "I got in by myself, not relying on my family."
Eleanor burst into laughter, finding Stella’s personality very likable, sincere and enthusiastic, making one subconsciously enjoy talking with her.
And most importantly, she did not judge people by their appearance like others.
Stella lowered her voice, "I think she must have relied on some connection to get in; wonder who recommended her."
Hearing this, Eleanor lowered her eyes in thought.
If it’s a very influential family, could it be the Faulkner Family?
Is it possible the Faulkner matriarch played dirty? On the surface allowing me to take the exam, while secretly helping Faye Sterling get in to oppose me?
It couldn’t be that melodramatic, could it?
While puzzling over this, Faye Sterling gracefully walked up to Eleanor and Stella.
She said softly, "Eleanor Sterling, I’ve also entered medical school, and I’m studying under Professor Zion Sheffield, you know who Zion Sheffield is, right?"
Many around were watching Faye Sterling.
At this moment, hearing her words, a stir rose.
Zion Sheffield is a student of Dean Brian Zane, a notable figure in the school!