Chapter 1341
Jared glanced over at Andrew, letting out a bitter laugh. “Well, look at that. You actually managed to beat me this time. Guess even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.”
Andrew just rolled his eyes. If this were a competition for speed alone, he would have crushed Jared from the very first round. However, rushing ahead for the sake of being first was pointless. Only someone as desperate for attention as Jared would care about such empty gestures.
It was like those students who smugly handed in their tests first, thinking they were the smartest, when in reality, the real champions were the ones who ended up with the highest scores.
The competition continued into the third and fourth rounds, steadily thinning the herd.
By the end of the fourth round, fewer than 40 contestants remained, which meant ten contestants had been eliminated.
The tension in the crowd grew palpable. Someone exclaimed, “My palms are sweating! I just hope that cute girl I’m rooting for can hang in there!”
“I don’t expect much, but if our hospital’s contestant can just make it to the seventh or eighth round, I’ll be happy. God, please let them survive a little longer!”
One commented, “Hey, that guy who challenged the rules earlier is still in the game. I have to admit, that’s a bit surprising.”
Another clicked his tongue. “It’s only the fourth round. We’re not even halfway through. If he drops out now, he’ll just prove himself to be a total joke.”
Eyes from every corner of the stadium were fixed on the stage, each supporter silently cheering for their chosen contestant. A few had started to notice Andrew’s steady progress and could not help but mutter in surprise. After all, they had expected him to be one of the first to fall.
Meanwhile, Mosby, standing confidently near the center, cast a glance over at Thomas. “Dr. Bozzelli, here’s hoping you and I both make it through all ten rounds and share a laugh at the end.”
He appeared relaxed, the picture of a man utterly in control.
On the other hand, Thomas’ expression remained stoic. “Dr. Lake, you flatter me. We at Blumedale Hospital can hardly compare to a medical master like you.”
Mosby chuckled, his confidence unwavering. “Well, it’s great that you’re self-aware. That loudmouth Andrew kept insisting on a single champion—well, he’s about to find out what a real first place looks like. After all, who but me could possibly deserve it?”
Thomas’ lips twitched slightly. “Confidence is a good thing, Dr. Lake. I suppose we’ll see soon enough who truly deserves first place.”
For men like Mosby and Thomas, the prize money and trophies meant little. They already had wealth and fame. So, what they truly craved was the prestige of being crowned a Grand Physicfan, a title that would solidify their legacies and set them even further apart from their peers.
After all, no one would ever truly be satisfied with their own status or influence. Everyone craved to climb higher, to stand above the rest as the supreme authority.
Mosby and Thomas were the true focal points of this Grand Medical Summit—the most fiercely contested, heavyweight opponents. This was clear not only to Malcolm but also to Preston and Clifford. Hence, their attention remained fixed on these two throughout the competition.
As for Andrew, while Derek, Malcolm, and others acknowledged his skill, they still believed the real battle for supremacy lay between the two experienced seniors—Thomas and Mosby.
“Round five is now starting. Contestants, prepare yourselves!”
The host’s announcement signaled the start of the new round.
Francesca’s expression darkened as she looked at the objects placed in front of her. She commented, “The competition is getting tougher.”
Jared clenched his teeth, muttering, “Damn it, picking out the poisonous substance from this junk pile? This is just sadistic!”