Quinton snickered from his seat, clearly enjoying the moment. “With so many ingredients, just remembering their names and effects is enough to drive someone insane. Andrew, you’ve dodged failure so many times–this has to be the end of the line for you.”

Christina remained silent, but the bitter knot in her chest began to loosen. If Andrew finally stumbled here, maybe she could breathe a little easier.

Finally, Andrew reached out, slowly sifting through the mountain of herbs in front of him. He moved without urgency, casually picking and discarding ingredients as if he had all the time in the world.

Preston and Clifford exchanged a quick glance, a silent smirk passing between them. In their eyes, Andrew’s slow, meandering approach was a clear sign of someone struggling to stay afloat, just grasping at straws.

In stark contrast, Mosby and Thomas moved like lightning, their hands darting through their respective herb piles with practiced precision.

Mosby, in particular, seemed to radiate an intense, almost otherworldly focus, his long hair and beard stirring gently as if caught in a phantom breeze. His hands flew as he plucked the needed herbs and tossed them into the gently simmering cauldron beside him.

The essence of The Golden Cure lay in balancing the medicinal properties of hundreds, sometimes thousands, of different ingredients, reducing them down into a single, potent elixir. The depth of one’s skill and the sophistication of one’s technique determined the potency of the concoction.

Malcolm’s expression was extremely grave. From what he could see, the quality of Mosby’s concoction was superior to Thomas‘. Mosby had already selected over a hundred ingredients from the thousand available.

“Thomas is in trouble,” Malcolm muttered.

Francesca, seated beside him, leaned in. Her voice was filled with worry as she whispered, “Dr. Goddard, what’s going on with Dr. Bozzelli?”

Malcolm explained, “You see it, don’t you? Dr. Lake is still steadily adding herbs, not slowing down at all. The man might have taken the wild road to mastery, but his skills are the real deal. He’s every bit a Medical Master.”

He continued, “But Dr. Bozzelli has clearly hit a wall. His pace is slowing, and if this keeps up, his elixir’s quality will fall far below Mosby’s.”

Francesca paled, quickly adding, “But even if Dr. Bozzelli’s elixir is slightly weaker, as long as it meets the basic standard, he can still pass this round, right? That’s what Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Phelps said!”

Malcolm gave a weary smile. “True, meeting the minimum requirements is enough to one person barely scrapes by with a passing grade, while another produces a near perfect result. It sends a clear message about the gap in their skills. It would make our Blumedale Hospital look like a minor league player compared to the Advanced Medical Institute and Dr. Lake.”

Francesca’s fists clenched in her lap. “It’s okay. We still have Andrew.”

Malcolm shook his head, his bitter smile deepening. “Don’t count on Andy right now. You can see he’s trying his best, but he’s only selected about 30 ingredients so far, compared to Mosby’s nearly 200–the difference is enormous!

“You can imagine how vast the quality gap between their concoctions will be. To put it bluntly, Andy’s mixture can’t even be called the Golden Cure–it’s just ordinary medicinal soup.”

Francesca’s heart sank, but she stubbornly insisted, “But I don’t believe Andrew will lose!”

Chapter 1358

Malcolm chuckled. “Ah, young love. You’re too biased in Andrew’s favor. But this is the Grand Medical Summit, which requires genuine skill and knowledge. From the looks of it, Andrew’s ranking should be secured in third place. The first and second places will be decided between Dr. Lake and Dr. Bozzelli.”