Chapter 1355

Lauren and Aspen exchanged tense glances, both silently terrified that their conditions might cost Andrew the competition.

Andrew said, "Lauren, your pulse is strong and deep, with an elevated metabolic rate – it could be adrenal overload or an autoimmune flare-up."

"As for my little servant," he continued, "her pulse is weak, her blood flow is thin. She has probably lost a considerable amount of blood."

Without pausing, Andrew released the threads from his hands, letting them slip. The audience collectively gasped, their shock rippling through the hall.

Was he really so confident in his diagnosis that he did not even bother to confirm it with a second attempt?

After all, the Vein Whisperer technique allowed for two attempts. Even if you made a mistake on the first, you still had a second chance to adjust. However, Andrew clearly did not think he needed it.

Clifford stared at him in silence, his wrinkled face twisted in surprise. For a long moment, he said nothing, and the crowd grew restless.

Tiana, Jameson, Malcolm, Derek, and Chantelle all leaned forward, their nerves tightening.

Could it be that Andrew had finally stumbled?

Quinton’s mocking laughter echoed from the stands. “Karma! It’s about time he got what he deserved!”

The audience’s whispers grew louder, a wave of doubt spreading through the stands. Yet, Andrew just stood there, his gaze locked on Clifford, completely unfazed by the noise around him.

Finally, Andrew broke the tension, snapping, “Old man, just hurry up and announce the results! Dragging this out will make people think I’m not as skilled as I am.”

Clifford ground his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides. “I really underestimated you, boy. I didn’t expect you to clear this round at all, but it looks like I was wrong.”

With that single sentence, Clifford had confirmed that Andrew had passed the eighth round.

Thunderous applause erupted from every corner of the hall. Those who had been so sure of Andrew’s failure felt their hearts race, caught off guard by the sudden twist.

Derek and the others let out long sighs of relief – it had been a close call.

On the other hand, Quinton felt his smug grin freeze on his face. “Damn it. How the hell did he pull that off?”

He nearly threw his phone in frustration.

Christina’s expression had gone completely blank. She was not even angry anymore, just numb, utterly worn down by Andrew’s repeated comebacks.

Yara’s eyes stayed locked on Andrew, her mind racing. She wondered just how much more this man was hiding. She did not mind surrendering herself to someone so powerful, someone so unshakable.

Lauren and Aspen, overwhelmed with relief, clung to each other, tears streaming down their faces. Their fear of dragging Andrew down had finally melted into pure, unrestrained joy.

Meanwhile, Mosby and Thomas stood frozen, their faces set in identical expressions of disbelief.

Mosby simply had not expected Andrew to clear the round.

Thomas felt a deeper, more unsettling shock. Since the start, he had dismissed Andrew as an unworthy rival, someone not even worth considering.

But now, seeing this young man match him and Mosby stride for stride, cutting through to the eighth round of the Grand Medical Summit, he could not deny the truth that he himself, at Andrew’s age, could not have achieved even a fraction of what Andrew had accomplished.

On the main stage, Clifford stormed back to Preston’s side.

“Clifford,” Preston hissed, his jaw clenched, “what the hell happened? Did that brat really have the skill to clear this round?”

Clifford’s face twisted with rage. “I miscalculated, damn it! I handpicked those two girls, knowing they have opposite symptoms. You know how draining that is on the Vein Whisperer technique! The slightest mistake can mess with your energy, even cause you to collapse on the spot.”

He kicked the edge of the stage in fury. “But that kid didn’t just survive – he got the diagnosis exactly right!”

Preston’s eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding together. “Fine. Let him have this one. But the ninth round is coming, and I refuse to believe that brat’s luck will hold forever.”