At this moment, Cecilia Locke couldn't wait to meet Blake Langley. She wanted to see this exceptionally talented doctor, as she had so many questions she wished to discuss with Blake Langley. She had previously done research on lancomycin herself. But after reading Blake Langley's paper, she realized her own medical knowledge seemed laughably elementary by comparison. Every viewpoint in the paper, and even some of the research directions, were things she had never even considered.

Perhaps this is what people mean when they say knowledge determines perspective. Why did she come to San Francisco? Wasn't it to broaden her medical horizons? If she could discuss medicine with someone as accomplished as Blake Langley, it would be an earth-shattering help to her.

Once this idea took root, it grew wildly in Cecilia Locke's heart like weeds, impossible to restrain.

Chapter 12: Everyone is Looking for Blake Langley

The medical world was shaken by the paper "The Fatal Risks of Lancomycin," and Blake Langley became the focus of global attention, but Blake Langley himself had no idea.

At this moment, Blake Langley had just arrived at Kunhu Hospital. He was there to find Jack Jefferson to ask for his salary. After a day of cultivation, he took some time to collect his pay. His salary didn't go through the hospital's official accounts; it was given to him directly by Jack Jefferson.

"Hello, may I ask which department Dr. Blake Langley is in?" As soon as Blake Langley walked into the building, a tall woman stopped him to ask, her voice carrying the soft, pleasant tone typical of the Jiangnan region.

Looking for me? Blake Langley looked at the woman in front of him with curiosity.

Not only was her voice pleasant, but she was also very beautiful—this was Blake Langley's first impression. She had a gentle oval face, and her eyes were clear and pure, without a trace of impurity. She wore no jewelry on her hands or neck, nor any makeup, yet it felt completely natural. Any jewelry would only detract from her looks and temperament. Any makeup would be superfluous for her.

Truly as serene as a chrysanthemum, Blake Langley had never seen such a pure and tranquil girl.

It was a pity she shouldn't have short hair; such a beautiful girl should have long, flowing hair.

"Hello, do you know which department Dr. Blake Langley is in?" Cecilia Locke had seen plenty of men like Blake Langley who lost their composure at first sight of her, so she simply asked again.

Blake Langley immediately realized he had been a bit rude. Cecilia Locke's second question was still calm and unhurried, showing no sign of annoyance at his impoliteness, which made Blake Langley like her even more.

"Do you know Blake Langley? Why are you looking for him?" Blake Langley asked, certain he had never met this woman before.

"I haven't met him, but isn't it impossible for anyone studying medicine not to know him now? And I happen to be in medicine," the girl replied gently, not at all impatient at Blake Langley's counter-question.

What does that mean? Blake Langley was even more puzzled. Now it's impossible for medical students not to know him? Since when did he become so famous?

Seeing Blake Langley's confusion, the girl simply walked past him. She was just asking for directions—why so many questions? If he wouldn't answer, she'd just ask someone else.

"Wait..." Blake Langley called after her.

The girl stopped, this time looking at Blake Langley with a slight frown.

"I'm Blake Langley. How come I don't know that I'm so famous that every medical student has to know me?" Blake Langley said.

"You're Blake Langley?" The girl was surprised, then looked Blake Langley up and down. He didn't really look the part.

Blake Langley didn't look like someone who could have researched the problems with lancomycin. To be honest, he looked more like a student.

"That's right, I'm Blake Langley. What did you mean by what you said earlier? I really don't understand," Blake Langley asked sincerely. He truly didn't get what she meant.

The girl quickly recovered and said excitedly, "Are you Dr. Blake Langley from Kunhu Hospital?"

"Strictly speaking, I'm an intern at Kunhu Hospital, not a full doctor yet," Blake Langley replied.

Whether Blake Langley was an intern or not clearly didn't matter to the girl. She became even more excited and said, "Dr. Lan, the paper on lancomycin published in Medical Dao was your research, right?"

Blake Langley's mind buzzed—he immediately realized something was wrong. Jack Jefferson was too honest. He had repeatedly told Jack Jefferson to leave his name off the paper, but clearly, Jack Jefferson hadn't listened.

Sure enough, the girl continued, "My name is Cecilia Locke. After reading your paper, I rushed back from San Francisco right away. I have so many questions I want to discuss with you, Dr. Lan..."

For Cecilia Locke, there really hadn't been any delay. She had just checked into her hotel in Huzhou and immediately came to Kunhu Hospital. Even though it was already dark, she didn't care at all.

"Wait, Cecilia Locke. I really have something urgent right now. Anything else is fine, but this is too important. Let's discuss medical issues another time—I have to go," Blake Langley quickly interrupted Cecilia Locke, turned around, and hurried off.

What a joke—if Jack Jefferson published a paper in Medical Dao with Blake Langley's name on it, then Cecilia Locke hadn't exaggerated at all.

No exaggeration—he, Blake Langley, was now famous.