The conference center was teeming with medical elites from all over the world. The alliance was only epting three new members this year, but dozens had applied.


    "I''ll get out here," Harold said, clutching his briefcase and looking at Shanley seriously. "Moralia Country can be a bit chaotic, Mr. Schwartz. Please take good care of my sister."


    "Don''t worry." Shanley squeezed Juniper''s hand and gave a slight nod. "We''ll be waiting for your good news."


    "Juniper, I''m heading in."


    "Okay," she nodded, her voice soft. "Just do what you do best. You''ve got this."


    While at breakfast, she had quickly looked up the other candidates. Though many were professors and researchers from prestigiousbs in developed nations, her brother was in no way inferior.


    After Harold left, the car proceeded to the underground parking lot. Later, Shanley and Juniper put on masks and found seats in a corner at the back of the auditorium, a perfect vantage point to see the stage without being easily noticed.


    Once they were seated, Shanley took off his suit jacket and gentlyid it over herp. "You''re still recovering. Don''t catch a chill."


    “Okay.” Juniper nced at him, letting him fuss over her as she pulled out her phone to y a game.


    Just then, an email popped up in her inbox. The sender was Dr. Lauren, the president of the Global Medical Alliance Association.


    The message read: [Master Nocturne, the Global Medical Alliance Association member selection conference is underway. We sincerely invite you to attend.]


    Juniper''s brow furrowed, but she didn''t reply.


    She had only interacted with Dr. Lauren online after she had effortlessly solved aplex medical case in Moralia Country, a case thatter won the country numerous awards. She had only intervened because a patient''s life was on the line-a patient from her own home, Orient Country.


    Afterward, Dr. Lauren, under the mistaken impression that she was from Moralia Country, hadunched an aggressive campaign to recruit her into Moralia''s medical research association. During their


    conversations, he had consistently belittled doctors from Orent Country, insisting their medical skills were inherently inferior.


    Consequently, Juniper had never liked him.


    Today, she was going to show these arrogant members exactly what someone from Orient Country was capable of.


    Ten minutester, the selectionpetition officially began. Among the twenty contestants, only three were from Yondend Continent, the same continent that Orient Country is located in.


    Thepetition consisted of four rounds: professional knowledge, presentation of personal research a practical skills demonstration, and finally a Q&A with the alliancemittee. Contestants would be eliminated after each round until only six remained for the final interview, from which the three new members would be chosen.


    As a staff member started the timer, test questions appeared on therge screen,


    and the contestants began. The first fifteen to finish with the highest uracy would advance.


    The hall fell silent.


    Juniper hadplete faith in Harold''s theoretical knowledge and wasn''t worried at all. She casually opened her phone to discuss the assassination of the Sigma Network leader with Lue.


    Meanwhile, Shanley, after peeling a candy and preparing some fruit for her, also took out his phone to coordinate the n to eliminate "Specter," the leader of Subterra Vanguard, with Felton and Flint.


    Mid-discussion, they both feigned innocence and looked up at each other.


    Shanley asked, "ying a game?"


    Juniper countered, "Handling business?"


    They both replied in unison, "Yes."