Chapter 1337

The one who had just shouted was none other than Andrew.

Thomas immediately snapped at him, “Andrew, what do you think you’re doing? If you embarrass Blumedale Hospital, I won’t let you off easily!”

Andrew ignored him, keeping his hand raised high.

Up in the VIP stands, Aspen and Lauren exchanged confused glances.

“What’s Dr. Lloyd doing? Does he need a bathroom break?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe his back is acting up?”

“His back? Why would you say that, Ms. Stevens?”

“Oh, um… just a random guess. He did look pretty worn out last night, after all.”

One of the Advanced Medical Institute elders, Clifford, frowned as he looked down at the bold figure standing in the center of the stage. “Contestant, what is your issue?”

Andrew’s voice rang out clearly. “I believe the competition rules have a flaw.”

The crowd erupted into whispers. They all wondered who Andrew was to be so bold as to question the rules before the match had even started.

In another section of the stands, Quinton, Yara, and Christina’s family sat together. Quinton spat in disgust. “He’s such an attention-seeking fool. What a joke.”

Irene and Leroy quickly joined in, muttering insults under their breath.

Yara, however, just chuckled. “Quinton, if you think he’s such trash, why don’t you get up there and replace him?”

Quinton’s face flushed red, and he quickly shut his mouth. If he had the skills to compete, he would not be sitting in the stands like a mere spectator.

Clifford and Preston looked visibly irritated. “Are you questioning the Advanced Medical Institute’s rules?”

Andrew’s tone remained calm. “Not exactly questioning, just pointing out a small oversight.”

Clifford and Preston snapped back in unison, “Get straight to the point, or we’ll strip you of your right to con…”

Andrew’s expression remained unbothered. “Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Phelps, as you just announced, the competition has ten rounds. Anyone who makes it through all ten rounds will be crowned the winner, correct?”

Clifford and Preston huffed. “That’s correct!”

Andrew continued, “But what if multiple contestants clear all ten rounds? How do you decide the final champion then?”

His question caught Clifford and Preston off guard, their eyes widening in surprise.

A scornful laugh suddenly echoed across the stage—it was Mosby.

He mocked, “Andrew, do you really think you’re some kind of miracle worker? Multiple contestants making it through ten rounds? Do you honestly think that’s possible? Aside from me, the rest of you are nothing but amateurs and pretenders.”

Thomas cut in, his voice cold. “Andrew, stop making trouble. The Grand Medical Summit’s difficulty is already at its peak. The idea of multiple contestants clearing all ten rounds is ridiculous. If you can even make it past three rounds, you should count yourself lucky.”

Andrew ignored him, keeping his gaze firmly on the two elders. “Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Phelps, I’m waiting for an answer.”

Preston and Clifford looked like they were about to explode. They silently cursed at Andrew for being so audacious as to challenge them so openly.

Finally, one of them spoke, his tone grudging and annoyed, “Fine, you’re right—the possibility you mentioned does exist. However, the Grand Medical Summit is only held once every three years. Clearing all ten rounds and earning the title of the Grand Physician is nearly impossible."

“Even we, with our decades of experience, wouldn’t dare claim we could do it. So stop worrying about unlikely scenarios—it’s irrelevant to someone like you.”

Though clearly irritated, Preston and Clifford begrudgingly gave Andrew a response. Even so, their dismissive tone made it clear they were not taking him seriously at all.

Andrew did not get angry. He simply smirked, his tone turning even more casual. “It’s understandable if you two elders are too old and weak to manage it. But just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean no one else can. So, I suggest you clarify the rules now, instead of causing disputes when someone eventually fights me for first place.”

Andrew’s bold declaration sent a shockwave through the crowd. Many spectators blinked in disbelief, wondering if they had just misheard.

One whispered, “My God, did he just say what I think he said? Did he just call the two legendary figures ‘old and weak‘?”

“Not only that, he basically just declared he’s going to take first place! This guy has to be the most arrogant competitor in the history of the Grand Medical Summit!”

Someone exclaimed, “Who the hell does he think he is? Even Dr. Lake and Dr. Bozzelli haven’t made such outrageous claims!”

The stadium erupted into a chorus of angry shouts and jeers, the crowd clearly unhappy with Andrew’s audacious attitude.