Before Viola Thompson could speak,
Dean Taylor stood up excitedly from his chair.
"Miss Thompson, it's really you!"
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, "Dean Taylor."
Dean Taylor walked in front of Viola Thompson and held out his hand, "Miss Thompson, I've heard so much about you, and today I finally meet you in person."
This scene left the other doctors in the conference room a bit stunned.
What was going on?
If they were not mistaken, the young girl in front of them looked no more than eighteen years old.
At seventeen or eighteen, under normal circumstances, she should still be in high school.
But seeing Dean Taylor's respectful attitude, it seemed as if he was treating her as a senior in the medical field.
This was a bit exaggerated.
Viola Thompson shook hands with Dean Taylor, "Nice to meet you."
Two simple words.
Although she was young, she stood in front of Dean Taylor, who was over fifty and had graying hair, without any stage fright.