Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Andrew asked, "Then what's the point of calling it a championship or a crown if the title can just be shared?"

Preston and Clifford let out a cold, furious laugh. "Oh? And what do you propose instead?"

Andrew's voice rang out confidently. "Simple. If multiple contestants make it

through all ten rounds, the competition shouldn't just stop there. There should be additional rounds, pushing the limits further, until every other contestant has been eliminated, leaving only one true champion.

"Only then can you truly call that person the first-place winner, the sole bearer of the Grand Physician title, and the sole recipient of the grand prize."

Preston and Clifford's faces hardened. They could not believe Andrew thought he could be the last one standing.

Did he truly have that much confidence?

From across the stage, Mosby burst into mocking laughter, clapping his hands loudly.

"Wonderful! Simply wonderful! An arrogant fool spouting the most absurd nonsense. Andrew, I'll be right here, watching you embarrass yourself."

Meanwhile, Thomas shook his head, his face full of regret. "This brat is not only damaging Blumedale Hospital's reputation, but he's also making a fool of himself. Letting him take up a slot in this tournament was a huge mistake."

Jared's sneer grew even more venomous. "Dr. Bozzelli, why bother with that idiot?

He's all talk and no substance. The real hope of Blumedale Hospital lies with us- we should just ignore him like the noise he is."

Francesca, standing beside Andrew, felt a flicker of concern. She understood that Andrew was not just causing trouble for the sake of it-he clearly had a plan. However, his bold words had already stirred up too much resentment and hostility. The audience would see him as nothing more than a brash upstart, someone asking for a beating. After all, Andrew was immediately gunning for first place and even refused to share the spotlight. He was not just reaching above his weight class-he was begging for a knockout.

In the stands, Malcolm's expression darkened as well. He started to doubt if he had misjudged Andrew.

Preston and Clifford finally spoke, their voices dripping with disdain. "Fine. We'll do as you suggested. If multiple contestants survive all ten rounds, the competition will continue until only one remains.

"In the history of the Grand Medical Summit, you are the first to challenge us like this. I hope not all talk-don't embarrass

yourself and disappoint

thousands of spectators here today."

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With a grim expression, Preston and Clifford officially announced the rule change.

Thanks to Andrew's insistence, the entire competition structure had been altered on the spot. The audience erupted in fresh waves of murmurs and whispers, unable to contain their shock.

Andrew's audacity had pushed the limits of what anyone thought possible, making him the undeniable center of attention. Even so, many were certain he would only end up

eating his words. After all, the loudest voices often crumbled the fastest.

"Now, the Grand Medical Summit officially begins! The first round—herbal identification!"

The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium, finally shifting the crowd's focus back to the competition itself, away from Andrew's earlier drama. This was what the audience had come for: a

showdown of medical geniuses.

Someone whispered, "I swear, if Andrew makes it past three rounds, I'll eat my own waste!"

Another scoffed. "I bet that arrogant little punk won't even last half the competition!"

"He's got confidence, I'll give him that. Pity he'll be face-down by halftime."

"Even Dr. Lake wasn't this cocky. Mark my words: he's not just mediocre he's gloriously stupid."noveldrama

As soon as the match began, those with grudges against Andrew started muttering their bets, openly mocking his chances. Not a single one of them believed he could last to the end.