Chapter 1369
Preston and Clifford finally came to their senses and burst out laughing.
“That’s right, Andrew. According to the Grand Medical Summit’s rules, only passing the final round determines the outcome. Thomas ranked last in round ten, so naturally, he’s eliminated; you and Dr. Lake both cleared the round, which means rankings don’t matter anymore."
“In other words, the two of you are officially tied for first place! You don’t get to take the full victory for yourself.”
A glimmer of hope returned to Mosby’s face, and the Advanced Medical Institute crowd also perked up, regaining their confidence.
Derek stepped forward, furious. “What a load of crap! I declare that Andrew is the true winner of the Grand Medical Summit!”
Mosby sneered. “Governor McCormick, this is the medical world’s law. If you try to override it with authority, I’m sorry, but I won’t recognize it.”
Preston and Clifford quickly jumped in. “Governor McCormick is right. These are the official rules of the summit–we’re not making this up. Besides, tied champions have happened in the past, and Andrew should already consider it a tremendous honor to be called co-winner.”
Derek’s face darkened with disgust. Mosby and the Advanced Medical Institute were blatantly twisting the rules, which was truly shameless. Still, as much as it stung, they were not wrong–by the current standards, it was a tie.
Everyone with a clear mind knew that the Grand Medical Summit was meant to crown one Grand Physician–the undisputed top healer, and that person was clearly Andrew.
Mosby had already lost. Yet, thanks to a loophole in the rules, he had found a way to cling to the title, and no one could do anything about it.
George’s voice turned ice-cold. “Dr. Lake, Preston, Clifford, it’s crazy how shameless you three are.”
Mosby, completely unbothered, turned his head away and replied stiffly, “Sorry, Mr. Keller Senior. I’m only claiming what I’ve earned.”
Tiana scoffed coldly. “How disgraceful.”
Worried that the tension might turn into open conflict, Malcolm sighed. “Fine. Let it be a tie then. At least our Blumedale Hospital still walks away with its dignity intact.”
Rafael grinned with false politeness. “Andrew, you’re still young–learn to be respectful. Tying with Dr. Lake is already a grand slam win for you. You should be grateful and humble!”
For the first time, Andrew finally let out a smile. “I seem to recall that before the competition even started, I asked what would happen in the event of a tie. And if I remember correctly, those two fossils from the Advanced Medical Institute, acting as judges, agreed on what would be done.”
Preston and Clifford’s faces twitched as unease rippled through them.
“Agreed to what, exactly? Andrew, don’t make things up—we never agreed to anything!”
Andrew suddenly shouted, “You two old fools, don’t you dare deny it! It was stated clearly: in the event of a tie, there would be a bonus round, an extra match until one true champion is decided, until there’s only one who takes the crown!”
Preston and Clifford froze, eyes wide. “You mean you still want to compete? The 11th round?”
Andrew did not answer right away. Instead, he swept his gaze across the arena, then declared word by word, “That’s right. I do want a round 11! I want to take every single reward and every bit of honor that this Grand Medical Summit has to offer! I refuse to share a title with someone like Mosby!"
“I’m going to leave him in the dust—so far behind he won’t even see my taillights! And if 11 rounds aren’t enough, we’ll go to the 12th! If 12 rounds aren’t enough, we’ll go to the 13th! I’ll keep going… until every single one of you sees the truth!”