Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 231

Her grandfather's social circle was undeniably extraordinary. Take her own masters, for example—they were entirely in a league of their own.

For an average person, receiving the true teachings of even one of them would be considered the blessing of a lifetime. Yet, she had been trained by several.

Sure, their teaching methods were a bit eccentric, but they worked, didn't they?

Otherwise, she wouldn't have graduated so flawlessly.

Julius lightly tapped her forehead. "Babe, false modesty is just a hidden form of pride. You call that 'learning a little bit'?

Take my legs as an example. Countless top-tier specialists, both domestic and international, declared them a lost cause. But you cured me. That's a level of skill most people couldn't even dream of achieving."

"That was just a coincidence. I happened to know how to treat your specific condition. You got lucky."

"Dr. Warren told me that your surgical precision is something only a veteran with twenty or thirty years of experience could pull off. He even quietly asked me how he could become your apprentice."

"Oh, I just got a lot of practice gutting fish when I used to help sell them at the market." Back then, her master would force her to perform "surgery" on the gutted fish with her eyes closed.

Out of her entire village, she was the absolute best at skinning, deboning, and filleting.

Julius pinched her cheek affectionately. "Stella, I looked into your background. All records of you vanish after your second year of middle school, and you didn't continue studying there. Where did you go after that?"

She let out a soft laugh. "After that? Well, I traveled everywhere with my masters." Those had been the happiest days of her life.

"How many masters do you actually have?"

She had said 'masters', plural.

"Five."

"Aside from medicine and martial arts, what else are you hiding from me?" He figured her medical skills came from one master, and her combat skills from another.

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