When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 48: An Ingenious Interview

The résumé Luna Axton had meticulously prepared went unread. Academician Frost pushed it aside, leaving it ignored.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

Luna Axton froze. ’Isn’t an interview where I’m the one being asked questions?’

Caught off guard, she voiced the first question that came to mind. "Academician Frost, why didn’t you look at my résumé?"

"The fact that you’re sitting here talking with me means the school’s examinations have already conducted the first round of screening for me."

Luna Axton nodded. She couldn’t argue with that.

None of the candidates had frontline internship experience, so the differences in their learning abilities and accumulated knowledge weren’t significant.

"So, will I get this internship?"

The corners of Theodore Frost’s lips curved in satisfaction. ’Just as Ethan said,’ he thought. ’She’s direct and knows what she wants.’

She was the first person to ever ask him for the result right at the start. ’This Luna Axton... she’s a bold one.’

"Well, as of right now, you’re the first to arrive early and the first to proactively ask for directions to find this place. Personally, I’d say your chances are quite high."

’That’s as good as a non-answer,’ Luna thought. She was the only one who had been interviewed so far. Of course her chances of being accepted were high.

But Luna Axton was slowly starting to understand. ’What kind of person is Concordia Medical Hall actually looking for with this internship?’

Concordia Medical Hall had only announced an interview, without providing a time or location. The interview method itself was also highly unconventional.

It was a test of punctuality, initiative, and the ability to ask questions.

If you couldn’t come up with any questions, it meant you simply weren’t observing things closely.

Answering questions is a form of passive thinking, but asking them requires you to actively use your mind.

Once Luna Axton figured this out, she relaxed completely. She just had to treat this as a Q&A session, with a top expert clearing up a medical novice’s doubts.

"Academician Frost, in your opinion, does the apprenticeship system in Traditional Chinese Medicine still need to follow the old ways, starting with menial tasks like serving tea?"

Theodore Frost countered, "What do you think?"

She had already thought about this question, prompted by the incident with Dr. Miller and Dr. Wyatt from the Hepatology Hospital.

"I don’t think it’s necessary," Luna Axton answered boldly.

"And your reasoning?"

"The educational requirements for new hires at hospitals are constantly increasing. The investment required to train a doctor is disproportionate to the returns, especially in terms of the burden on their families..."

The two of them continued to talk, with the role of questioner no longer solely belonging to Luna Axton. The atmosphere gradually shifted into a relaxed, conversational one.

It wasn’t until the second candidate arrived for their interview that Luna Axton finally left The Vermilion Bird Hall.

The conversation further solidified her resolve to simultaneously pursue two specializations: clinical medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine.

After her chat with Academician Theodore Frost, she realized just how insignificant she was, like a single grain of sand in a vast desert.

She had been so busy working part-time jobs to pay for her mother’s medical expenses that she had missed out on many opportunities to learn and network.

From now on, she would actively participate in all the academic conferences and lectures her university co-hosted to stay informed about the latest cutting-edge medical technologies and knowledge.

The outcome of the interview no longer mattered. The conversation, which had lasted over an hour, was more valuable than reading countless TCM classics.

After all, books are static, but people are dynamic, and diseases are unpredictable.

Sitting in the back seat, Luna Axton stretched her arms and legs and let out a long sigh of relief, filled with the sense of accomplishment that comes from completing a great feat.

"Caleb," Luna Axton said, having spotted something in a display window. "Stop the car. Pull over there."

An item she adored had caught her eye, and she had the sales associate retrieve it for her to try on.

"Young Madam, the Young Master’s clothes and personal effects are all custom-made. This..."

The Young Master might not like this particular luxury brand.

Everyone at Fairchild Estate knew the Young Master’s temper had been especially volatile lately.

Caleb didn’t want the Young Madam to risk setting him off.

"It’s fine. I like it. If he doesn’t want it, I can use it myself."

She had spotted the tie the very instant the car drove past.

An image of Blaze Fairchild wearing it had flashed in her mind, making her want to buy it for him.

However, Blaze Fairchild still hadn’t returned by the time she finished reading a bedtime story that evening and was getting ready for bed.

Yvonne Rhodes was the only person in Blaze Fairchild’s orbit whose WeChat she had.

In the dim, yellow lamplight, the glow from her phone screen illuminated her delicate, radiant face.

Her long fingers slid across the screen. Luna Axton was looking at Yvonne Rhodes’s social media feed.

’Yvonne Rhodes had gone to such great lengths to connect with her back then. It was all for this moment, wasn’t it?’

All so that when it was late and quiet, when Blaze Fairchild still wasn’t home, Luna could scroll through her feed and find clues to his whereabouts.

Yvonne Rhodes had succeeded.

She had, in fact, found the reason why Blaze Fairchild wasn’t home yet on the feed.

A charity auction.

But Yvonne Rhodes had overlooked one thing.

She was merely Mrs. Fairchild, merely the mother of Blaze Fairchild’s child.

She wasn’t the woman Blaze Fairchild loved, and she didn’t love him, either.

So, no matter how intimate Yvonne Rhodes’s photos looked, thanks to some clever camera angles, she couldn’t care less.

Luna Axton opened the tie box and placed it on the cabinet just inside the bedroom door.

Then she sent Blaze Fairchild a message.

"I’m heading to bed. Left a gift for you on the cabinet. I thought it would suit you, so I bought it with your card."

Luna Axton stared blankly at the chat window for a long time. Blaze Fairchild didn’t reply, and her heart felt hollow, as if something were missing.

After the auction ended, Blaze Fairchild collected the item he’d won and was preparing to head home when he was stopped by Wyatt Kingston’s father.

"Mr. Kingston."

Both families were prominent figures in Valoria and had business dealings with each other. Everyone was usually busy, so it was normal to exchange a few words when they ran into each other.

Mr. Kingston was a respected figure in their circle and was accustomed to being direct. "Did you invest in Wyatt’s short-form drama project?"

"I did."

"What’s your take on the potential profit?" Blaze Fairchild was the most successful man of his generation in Valoria.

Without the protection of his parents, he had relied solely on Old Master Fairchild and himself to secure his position at the top of Evergrow Group, leading the company to unprecedented heights.

This proved that his business acumen and instincts for market trends were exceptionally sharp.

Therefore, asking him for an opinion was the most reliable option.

In other words, he didn’t trust his own son, Wyatt Kingston.

Blaze Fairchild didn’t mince words. "Low cost, short production cycle, high returns."

"Audiences’ tastes really have changed, haven’t they?" Mr. Kingston had to admit the market was different now. "I know you’re busy, but let’s get together for tea and a chat when you have time."

"Of course, Mr. Kingston." His voice was clearly tinged with pleasure.

There was a spring in Blaze Fairchild’s step as he walked away. Thinking about the item Blaze had won at the auction, Mr. Kingston smiled.

"He’s twenty-eight. It’s about time he was in a relationship."

It wasn’t until Blaze Fairchild got into the car that he got his phone back.

’A gift?’

He checked the time. The message was from over an hour ago.

’Luna’s probably already asleep. I shouldn’t send a message now and wake her.’

She might seem gentle and sweet normally, but she got incredibly grumpy if woken up.

There had been a few mornings where he’d kissed her a little too passionately and woken her up, and she’d given him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day.

Thinking of Luna Axton’s adorable pout, the corners of Blaze Fairchild’s lips curved into a fond, indulgent smile.

’The symbolism of this item is perfect,’ he thought. ’She’ll love it.’