Chapter 1353
A sinking realization hit the student – he had not even lost his virginity yet.
Was this how his bloodline was supposed to end?
Francesca took a deep breath and spoke up, “Andrew, I might have to drop out here.”
Andrew paused for a moment before nodding. “Fran, just do your best. Of course, if you want to keep going, I can help you figure something out.”
Francesca shook her head firmly. “No, I just want to push my skills to their limits. Cheating for a better rank isn’t my style.”
Andrew did not push the matter. He respected her pride and determination. Sure, he could probably find a way for her to pass this pulse diagnosis test through deception, but she could not live with herself if she did that.
Mosby glanced over at Thomas and Andrew, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Well, gentlemen, I guess this is where we part ways. The Vein Whisperer and the Golden Cure are tough even for me, but doable. For you two, though? It’s probably impossible!”
However, Thomas was not fazed. His resolve was as solid as ever. “If you can push through, Dr. Lake, then I can at least try to reach new heights myself.”
Andrew, on the other hand, had no interest in their back-and-forth. If anything, he felt like telling them to just stop. Because no matter how hard they tried, they would still be trash in his eyes.
As the host announced the start, eight specially selected audience members stepped onto the competition stage. Four contestants: Mosby, Thomas, Francesca, and Andrew. Each contestant had to diagnose two audience members simultaneously and identify their physical ailments.
This was the terrifying challenge of the dual-handed Vein Whisperer technique. Most gifted medical prodigies could perform the Vein Whisperer with one hand at their absolute limit, but using both hands increased the difficulty exponentially.
What was the Vein Whisperer? The audience was amazed when they saw thin silk threads with one end placed on the patients’ wrists and the other end held in the contestants’ hands.
“Holy crap, checking pulses through silk threads? That’s insane!” someone exclaimed.
“Becoming a medical master is damn hard. Who could actually pull this off?” another wondered.
“Magnificent, absolutely magnificent. Using hair-thin threads to check pulses is one of the ultimate skills of our ancient Holtrien medicine!” a third person commented.
Andrew held a silk thread in each hand, working both sides simultaneously. What annoyed him greatly was that, despite the host claiming the audience members were randomly selected, his two patients did not seem random at all.
One of them was Lauren, that seductress. After sitting down, she gazed at him with a beaming smile.
On the other side sat another beautiful woman who stared at Andrew with tender affection – Aspen, his little servant girl.
Before Andrew could say anything, one of the two elders from the Advanced Medical Institute personally approached him and sneered. “Start your diagnosis! These two patients were specially selected for you. Don’t even think about playing tricks. If you make the slightest mistake, you’re out!”
This old man was Clifford, the most venomous-tongued of the two elders.
Andrew frowned and said, “I know both of these women, Mr. Phelps. Shouldn’t that be considered a conflict of interest?”
Clifford scoffed. “Do you think I personally came to supervise because I have nothing better to do? So what if these two girls are your acquaintances? I’m here to judge your medical skills, not how impressive what’s in your pants is!”
For once, Andrew’s face darkened. This old bastard was clearly out to mess with him.