Novel1Chapter 1359 Forty minutes flew by, and the crowd collectively stretched their necks, eager to see The Golden Cure finally completed. Mosby clapped his hands together, brushing off the last bits of herbal residue, and let out a hearty laugh. "Done! Dr. Bozzelli, Andrew, it looks like I'm taking the lead!" At this critical stage, regular examiners were no longer qualified to assess the results. Preston and Clifford stepped forward personally to conduct the final evaluations.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClifford 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 declaration triggered a wave of applause, particularly 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 acceptable. 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 glanced 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 into laughter, their mockery echoing across the stands.
The Advanced Medical Institute's students, known for their arrogance and lack 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Advanced Medical Institute has been passing down medical knowledge for generations. For someone of Mr. Lloyd's age to compete 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. Watchingclaim the championship might teach you something." 'Thomas' voice cut through the clamor, his tone stern. "Andrew, losing a match is one thing, but losing your dignity is another.
For someone your age to make it this far is already a remarkable achievement, but this tantrum? It's beneath you." Andrew lookedo m completely puzzled and asked, "Wait, what exactly did 1 do? Why are you all ganging up to attack and accuse 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?
Just because you can't pass, you dare to cause a scene here?" Andrew remained completely calm h and replied, "Not at all, not at all, wasn't trying to cause @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 explanation. 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.
'This move shocked everyone present. "Wait... What is he trying to do?" "Could it it ould 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!"
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