Forty minutes flew by, and the crowd collectively stretched their necks, eager to see The Golden Cure finallypleted.


    Mosby pped his hands together, brushing off thest bits of herbal residue, and let out a heartyugh. "Done! Dr. Bozzelli, Andrew, it looks like I''m taking the lead!"


    At this critical stage, regr examiners were no longer qualified to assess the results. Preston and Clifford stepped forward personally to conduct the final evaluations.


    Clifford announced, peering into the simmering cauldron, "Dr. Lake''s The Golden Cure has 305 ingredients. The color is excellent, and the medicinal effects are remarkable. You pass!"


    The deration triggered a wave of apuse, particrly from Mosby''s apprentices, whose cheers nearly shook the stadium.


    Thomas'' forehead beaded with cold sweat, and he also took his hands off the cauldron, signaling that he had finished.


    Preston stepped over, leaning in for a closer look. "Dr. Bozzelli''s Golden Cure has 280 ingredients. The color is decent, though slightly cloudy. The efficacy is eptable. You pass."


    Thomas exhaled deeply, feeling the crushing weight of anxiety finally lift from his chest. With that, only Andrew''s Golden Cure remained unfinished.


    Preston and Clifford strolled over to Andrew''s station, their expressions darkening the moment they nced into his pot.


    "You little punk," Clifford spat, his eyes narrowing, "you''ve been fumbling around for hours, and you''ve barely thrown in 50 herbs! If you can''t handle this, just admit defeat and stop wasting everyone''s time! With this pitiful handful of ingredients, you dare call it the Golden Cure? At best, that''s just a basic broth!"


    The crowd erupted intoughter, their mockery echoing across the stands. The Advanced Medical Institute''s students, known for their arrogance andck of decorum, joined in with even louder jeers. Even Preston and Clifford, for all their seniority, made no effort to hide their disdain, their postures dripping with condescension.


    Up in the VIP section, Derek let out a frustrated huff, a faint hint of anger coloring his features.


    Chantelle sighed beside him. "Mr. McCormick, Mr. Lloyd has already done his best. The Advanced Medical Institute has been passing down medical knowledge for generations. For someone of Mr. Lloyd''s age topete against Mosby and the like is already a remarkable feat."


    Derek gave a bitter chuckle. "Maybe I''ve been too idealistic, always believing that Andrew has the potential to be a once-in-a-century genius."


    Amid the chorus of disappointment, mockery, and pity from the stands, Andrew suddenly grabbed the small pile of herbs he had painstakingly selected and tossed them aside.


    The move stunned the entire arena.


    What the hell was this?


    Was he throwing a tantrum?


    Was he about to flip the stage?


    Preston and Clifford''s expression turned icy. "Boy, who the hell do you think you are? You wouldn''t get away with causing trouble at our Advanced Medical Institute''s Grand Medical Summit!"


    Mosby smirked, his eyes brimming with mock sympathy. "Andrew, can''t handle a little loss? Just admit defeat and step aside. Watching me im the championship might teach you something."


    Thomas'' voice cut through the mor, his tone stern. "Andrew, losing a match is one thing, but losing your dignity is another. For someone your age to make it


    is already a remarkable


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    Andrew lookedpletely puzzled and asked, "Wait, what exactly did I do? Why


    are you all ganging up to attack and use me?"


    Preston and Clifford stood with


    hands on hips, cursing angrily, "You bastard, what did you do? Don''t you know yourself? Why are you


    throwing things around? Justel.n


    because you can''t pass, you dare to cause a scene here?"


    Andrew remainedpletely calm and replied, "Not at all, not at all. I wasn''t trying


    to cause a scene. Those ingredients I selected earlier—I don''t need them, so I


    had to throw them far away!"


    After saying this, Andrew offered no further exnation. He simply picked up the remaining 800 types of ingredients and dumped them all directly into the medicinal pot, then began brewing them over a fierce fire.  s?novel


    This move shocked everyone present.


    "Wait... What is he trying to do?"


    "Could it be that his Golden Cure requires that many ingredients? How the hell is


    that possible? Even Dr. Lake only used a little over 200!"