Chapter 1348
Preston and Clifford’s expressions could not have been darker. The two elders exchanged a glance, each seeing the same frustration and grudging admiration in the other’s eyes. Andrew had cleared the sixth round flawlessly, and even with their decades of medical expertise, neither of them could have done it better.
Derek let out a hearty laugh. “So, esteemed elders, what do you think of Andrew, the contestant I’ve been keeping my eye on?”
Preston and Clifford both responded with a cold snort, their faces dark and stony, refusing to answer. Meanwhile, Lauren and Aspen, seated together, shared a quick high-five, their faces glowing with pride. Lauren exclaimed, “See? I told you, Andrew wouldn’t stop at the sixth round. He’s always been amazing!” Aspen agreed enthusiastically. “Exactly! That guy really never seems to lose–even if I never admit it to his face.” On the other side of the arena, Yara’s eyes sparkled as she watched Andrew. Powerful, exceptional men had always been magnetic to her, and Andrew was no exception.
Before, her interactions with him had been purely professional, with a hint of reluctant cooperation. But now, seeing him in action, Yara realized she might have fallen for his undeniable charm, even without those earlier connections.
Suddenly, Irene gasped. “Christie, where are you going?”
It turned out Christina had already risen, clutching her handbag, preparing to leave.
Quinton frowned. “Christie, you’re leaving already?”
Christina forced a bitter smile. “I don’t want to stay and watch anymore. It just makes me feel like a fool.” Quinton snorted. “Just because he got lucky this round? There are still four more rounds. Clearing the sixth round isn’t that impressive.”
Part of her wanted to see Andrew fail, to witness the moment his confidence shattered.
What she did not realize was that the hits she would soon take to her pride would only become more brutal.
“For the sixth round, 20 contestants have been eliminated! There are only 12 contestants remaining! Let the seventh round begin!”
As the announcer’s voice echoed across the arena, the atmosphere grew heavier, and the tension intensified. Everyone knew that the real battle of the Grand Medical Summit was only just beginning. The earlier rounds had been mere warm-ups–the actual fight for dominance was about to start.
Jared, his spirit shattered, was carried off the stage, his feet dragging as if his very soul had been crushed.
Thomas returned to his seat, his gaze briefly settling on Andrew. “I’ll admit, reaching the seventh round is impressive. You’ve surprised me, but this must be your limit, yes?”
Andrew chuckled. “Maybe, or perhaps it’s your limit, Dr. Bozzelli.”
Thomas snorted. “Having a bit of arrogance is good at your age. But Jared couldn’t handle the pressure and fell apart, and I don’t believe you’ll fare much better.”
Andrew let out a soft laugh. “So, you’re comparing me to that trash of a student of yours? He deserved to get kicked out. As for me, I’m just warming up for first place.”
Thomas fell silent, choosing not to waste any more words. Claiming first place like it were a casual prize just proved how outrageous Andrew’s confidence was. Even he, with his decades of experience, did not dare to make such bold claims. He thought Blumedale Hospital’s hope had always been himself–no one else mattered. Francesca, standing nearby, could not help but warn Andrew. “Andrew, don’t get cocky. Make sure you hang in there until the end!”
Andrew smiled. “Relax, Fran. I’ll win that set of ancient gold needles you’ve had your eye on.”
Francesca’s heart swelled, her smile brimming with faith. Thomas might not believe in Andrew, but she did–completely and without reservation.
“The seventh round is a live patient challenge! This time, it won’t just be mice you’re playing with!”