These were the true sovereigns of the medical world. Men who existed on a plane so high, the Harrison family could burn through their entire fortune and still never secure a ten-second meeting with them.
If... if Clarissa could somehow catch their eye? If she could become a student to just one of these gods?
Her path would be forged in solid gold. The name Clarissa Harrison would echo through the halls of global medicine forever.
Frantic, she smoothed out the lines of her gown, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and pulled back her shoulders, desperately trying to project an aura of flawless, elite brilliance.
The Harrison father and daughter practically sprinted toward the entrance.
Their previous arrogance was obliterated, replaced by a desperate, nauseating eagerness. Arthur bowed deeply, his face split by an ingratiating smile. "Dr. Dawson! Master Langford! Dr. Smith! I never imagined you would grace the Lancaster gala. I have idolized you for decades. To finally have the honor of meeting you in person—"
Clarissa immediately chimed in, her voice trembling with manufactured sweetness. "Dr. Dawson... Master Langford... I am Clarissa Harrison. My family pioneers integrated medicine, and your work has been my guiding light since I was a child—"
Dr. Dawson gave them a brief, entirely dismissive nod without even slowing his stride.
Master Langford didn't even register they existed.
The international titans completely ignored the groveling duo, parting around them like they were inconvenient pieces of furniture.
Arthur's outstretched hand froze mid-air. Clarissa's perfect smile shattered into a look of sheer panic.
The rest of the global elite—the men who had watched her rip souls back from the dead in Severia—placed their hands over their hearts and bowed in absolute, synchronized reverence. "Miss Serena. We owe you our lives for what you did in Severia."
"If it weren't for you, those experts would have perished. You didn't just save them. You showed us the absolute pinnacle of what medicine can be."
Professor Victor Sterling shoved his way to the front. He looked at the twenty-year-old girl with the fanatical, burning devotion of a man looking at a living god.
"Teacher," he choked out in broken, heavily accented English.
He bowed his head, his voice ringing with absolute worship. "Please allow me to pay my respects."

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