Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Someone commented, "Look, the two elders sitting up front in the center are the senior masters from the Advanced Medical Institute. Both of them are renowned physicians, true medical legends!"

Another chimed in, "Looks like the championship this year is as good as theirs again."

"If it's not the Advanced Medical Institute, then it'll be Mosby. No one else stands a chance."

"I heard Blumedale Hospital has some new medical genius on their side this time. It might not be so clear-cut after all!"

The crowd around the Grand Medical Summit buzzed with chatter, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of debates and predictions.

As soon as Andrew arrived, Francesca rushed over to meet him. "Andrew, Dr. Goddard and Dr. Bozzelli have already arrived. They're just waiting for you!"

Andrew grinned. "Fran, you've gotten even curvier. Every time you run, they practically bounce."

Francesca's cheeks flushed, and she shot him an annoyed glare. "Stop messing around the summit is about to start! Can't you take this seriously for once?"

Andrew chuckled. "Alright, alright. Let's go find Dr. Goddard."

The two quickly found Malcolm and Thomas among the gathering crowd. Before they could even greet them, Jared stormed over, his face twisted with rage.

He growled, "Andrew, I will never forgive you!"

The fury in his eyes was so intense that Andrew almost burst out laughing.noveldrama

"Jared, are you sure you're mad at the right person? Today, our opponents are Mosby and the Advanced Medical Institute. If you want to vent your rage, aim it at them."

Jared's fists clenched, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Don't try to change the subject! I know it was you who made me lose control of myself before! You poisoned me, didn't you?"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, his expression cool. "Sorry, Jared, but you've got the wrong guy. You're accusing an innocent person."

Jared's eyes turned bloodshot. "Stop lying! The tea I drank that day tested positive for the rabies virus! If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?!"

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "You found the virus, and now you just assume it was me? Jared, that's a pretty weak accusation. That's like me saying I lost five dollars yesterday, and you must have stolen it."

Jared's face turned bright red, his whole body shaking with barely contained fury. "Y-You bastard!"

"Enough! You two, stop bickering!" Thomas stepped in, his expression stern. "Jared, sit down and calm yourself. The competition is about to start."

He turned to Andrew, his eyes cold. "And you, Andrew-you knew how important today was, yet you still showed up late. I told Malcolm long ago that you're too arrogant and unreliable for serious work!"

Andrew's gaze turned icy. "It doesn't matter if I'm late or early; we're still on time for the competition. But really, Dr. Bozzelli? The competition is about to start, and you're stil wasting time with small talk Do I look like I give a damn about you-or your Blumedale Hospital's

reputation?"

Thomas's face turned an ugly shade of purple as he pointed at Andrew. "You"

Andrew's tone grew colder. "Listen

carefully, Dr. Bozzelli-I'm not your student or your subordinate. You have no right to lecture me. I'm representing Blumedale Hospital in favor of Dr. Goddard. Otherwise, do you really think I'd bother to p

with your attitude?"

He had absolutely zero patience left for Thomas and Jared. If they wanted to talk shit, he would bury them in it.

Meanwhile, Thomas' entire body shook with rage. He had never been so blatantly challenged, so openly disrespected.

Malcolm quickly stepped in, letting out a heavy sigh. "Alright, that's enough fighting. Thomas, get the team ready to enter the venue. The judges are watching us."

He turned to Andrew, his eyes warm. "Andy, I'm counting on you to give Mr. McCormick and me a pleasant surprise today."

Andrew gave a small nod. "Don't worry, Dr. Goddard. I won't disappoint you."

Francesca chimed in with a bright smile. "I believe in Andrew too! I'm sure he'll do great!"

Jared snorted, his expression twisted with disdain. "Talking big before the match even starts? How typical. Do you think you're going to place in the top ten,

Andrew? I'd be impressed if you even got close."

Thomas added in a mocking tone, "The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Malcolm, you've always had an eye for talent. I just hope you're not making a mistake this time. It would be a shame to ruin your spotless record."

Andrew did not bother explaining himself. Instead, he would let his skills do the talking.