Chapter 1368
Meday felt weak all over, and his spirit was completely crushed. He mumbled, “A seventh-grade Imperial Elixir. It really is an Imperial Elixir! How could something like this actually exist in the real world?”
He growled, “Even if Andrew were the reincarnation of the King of Medicine himself, there’s no way his skills should be this monstrous! Why did I have to run into someone like him? What’s the point of living?”
A guttural, agonized roar shook the very roof of the Medical Summit.
Moments ago, Mosby seemed unbeatable, and everyone believed in his plans. He met Andrew, and just like that, he lost miserably. Mosby was the one, the uncontested champion. Yet fate had other plans.
Thomas had already walked halfway off the competition platform, but hearing the revelation, he froze in place.
“A seventh-grade Imperial Elixir? Andrew actually refined a seventh-grade Imperial Elixir?”
No one answered him as they were all too stunned, reeling in disbelief. Then, he saw Mosby sitting on the ground, dazed, hollow-eyed, like he had lost his very soul.
That was when it finally sank in.
Andrew really had crushed Mosby with a seventh-grade elixir. And as for himself? Thomas was not even qualified to be compared to Andrew anymore.
With a strangled cry, Thomas coughed up another mouthful of blood and collapsed, tumbling down the steps.
“Fran, save Dr. Bozzelli!” Malcolm shouted, panicked.
Francesca stood frozen. “Dr. Goddard, but Andrew won! Doesn’t that mean we won, too? Blumedale Hospital won! Why did Dr. Bozzelli collapse?!”
Malcolm clenched his jaw. “Andrew’s victory hurt Thomas worse than if Mosby had taken the title because Mosby was always a legend, a known monster in the field. Thomas had already lost to him at the last Grand Medical Summit–it was expected.
“However, Andrew came out of nowhere, and Thomas wasn’t prepared for this. Put simply, Andrew shattered his faith, crushing his spirits entirely. It’s only natural he could not handle it!”
Francesca suddenly chuckled. “Okay, I know Dr. Bozzelli’s pretty pitiful, but… I can’t help it, Dr. Goddard! Andy is just too badass!”
Malcolm glared. “Go help Thomas already! You’re completely dazed by that kid!”
Then, despite himself, he broke into a wry smile. “Still, that boy really does have the kind of talent people bow to. I’ve never seen a medical genius like him.”
At last, thunderous applause erupted, and the audience exploded into cheers. People leaped to their feet, some even rushing down from the stands, swarming toward Andrew on the platform.
They had all witnessed a miracle today.
Countless girls stared at Andrew with stars in their eyes, some practically ready to leap onto him right then and there. After all, if you could bag the Grand Medical Summit’s champion, the rest of your life would be spent in luxury and legend.
Suddenly, a loud, jarring crash split the air.
Mosby stood there, eyes bloodshot, face twisted with rage. He lifted a solid metal cauldron and slammed it onto the ground. The hundred-pound cauldron shattered into pieces, flying in all directions.
“Andrew, you little bastard! You’re not the final winner yet, so don’t get ahead of yourself! According to the summit’s advancement rules, yes–your seventh-grade Imperial Elixir does crush my sixth-grade Royal Elixir!
“But that doesn’t automatically grant you the final victory! You and I both passed the tenth round! So at best… we tie for first place! If you think you’re walking away with the crown alone–think again!”
As his furious roar rang across the summit grounds, Derek, George, Tiana, and Andrew’s closest companions instantly felt a jolt of dread rise in their hearts. They had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.