Chapter 1354
Meanwhile, Thomas‘ thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed as his fingers rested on the threads, focusing all his attention on sensing the pulses. Mosby’s early success did affect his mindset somewhat, but not significantly.
Soon, Thomas reported, “The person on the left has heart failure accompanied by asthma. The person on the right has hypoglycemia and should be mindful of eating regularly.”
The examiner overseeing him smiled with satisfaction. “Completely correct. Congratulations on passing, Dr. Bozzelli!”
Thomas politely responded, “Thank you!”
Secretly, he exhaled a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Even a medical expert of his caliber was beginning to feel the heavy pressure.
Thomas glanced sideways toward Francesca and Andrew before looking away. Francesca was a promising talent with unlimited future potential. However, she was still young, and her skills needed strengthening. Being eliminated in this round was almost expected. As for Andrew, Thomas did not want to waste any thought on him—he would undoubtedly slink away in failure.
Ultimately, Thomas believed it would come down to him and Mosby for the final showdown.
Francesca held two silk threads in her delicate hands, her heartbeat accelerating under countless watchful eyes. Finally, she smiled bitterly and shook her head. “For the person on the left, I can roughly sense that they probably have cardiopulmonary issues, but for the person on the right, I can’t sense anything.”
The old doctor examining her smiled kindly. “Your diagnosis for the left patient is already sufficient to pass. For the right one, would you like to try again?”
Francesca shook her head, looking somewhat drained. “No need. I accept my failure.”
If she could diagnose patients directly with her hands, it would not be difficult for her. However, diagnosing through silk threads was simply torturous. She knew her skills were still far from adequate.
The examiner said nothing more and made a gesture toward the platform.
Preston immediately announced, “Blumedale Hospital’s Dr. Francesca Aicker is eliminated! But I have to say that you have the potential to become a legendary physician. If you’re interested, the doors of the Advanced Medical Institute are always open to you.”
Hearing this, Malcolm, seated nearby, sneered in annoyance. “Mr. Fuentes, you shameless old fox! Are you poaching my talent right in front of me?”
Preston shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “To us at the Advanced Medical Institute, Blumedale Hospital is nothing but a joke.”
At this, every gaze in the arena turned to the last remaining contestant–Andrew.
Francesca had fallen. Mosby and Thomas, the two giants of the medical world, had both cleared the round. Only Andrew remained, his fate still undecided.
Clifford, who had been supervising him, barked, “Boy, if you don’t have what it takes, just give up now! Don’t waste my time!”
Andrew snorted coldly, “Old man, if I’m not in a hurry, why are you?”
Concentrating deeply, Andrew began diagnosing Lauren and Aspen. The Vein Whisperer technique was a remarkable skill—intricate and demanding, even for him.
It was, admittedly, a small challenge—yes, just a tiny challenge. Nothing more.