"Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Stevens, the sun's already up! Are you still not out of bed?" The next morning, Andrew was woken up by a loud commotion outside. He got out of bed and looked out the window. Downstairs, the Serenity Villa was already surrounded by official cars. Everyone attending the Grand Medical Summit had a government car assigned for transport, a clear sign of the province's importance to the event. Aspen slowly sat up, her pale, delicate body covered in red marks. Last night, Andrew's relentless assault had left almost no part of her unscathed. She let out a slight hiss as she moved her legs, feeling the soreness between them. Glancing down at the bed, she saw a faint red stain on the sheets. Moreover, her lower body felt swollen and sore. She mumbled, "What a jerk! He doesn't know how to go easy at all!' She shot a resentful glance at Andrew, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and lingering shame. She could not believe that she had actually slept with the man

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 s

The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium, the microphone crackling as he called for the next wave of competitors. "Now, would the representatives from the Advanced Medical Institute and Dr. Mosby Lake, please enter the arena! "Would the representatives from each of the provincial hospitals, please enter the arena! "Would the representatives from Gabo Creek's various clinics and medical centers, please enter the arena!" … Andrew looked around as more and more medical practitioners stepped onto the competition platform. Though Blumedale Hospital, Mosby, and the Advanced Medical Institute were the main contenders for the championship, many skilled doctors from across Gabo Creek Province fought their way through the preliminary rounds to stand here today. Soon, all 50 contestants had gathered on the platform. Every single one of them was a well-known medical expert in their own right, except for Andrew, whose reputation was still largely unknown. Only a handful of peop

Aspen and Lauren exchanged a weary glance. Both women understood that this kind of bold, reckless attitude was just part of Andrew's nature. He was not trying to intimidate anyone—this was simply who he was. Chantelle, sitting beside Derek, was practically grinding her teeth in frustration. She growled, "That bastard! The competition hasn't even started, and he's already making enemies left and right!" Derek, however, just chuckled. "Elders, why not just give the young man an answer? I have to admit, he makes a good point." Meanwhile, in another section of the stands, Quinton let out a scornful laugh. "What a clown. He's got no real skills, so he's resorting to playing the fool." Christina, who had been silent until now, sneered. "With Dr. Lake and the Advanced Medical Institute here, he's just waiting to get crushed. Let's see how long his bravado lasts." On the other hand, Yara calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I don't know. I think Andrew's just be

On the VIP platform, Preston and Clifford glanced over at Derek, asking, "Mr. McCormick, is there any particular contestant you have your eye on?" Derek chuckled. "Our Gabo Creek Province is full of talented individuals. Of course, I'm keeping an eye on a few." The two elders straightened their backs, their expressions turning smug. "We imagine the contestant you have in mind must be one of our Advanced Medical Institute students, right?" Derek shook his head. "No, actually. The one I'm interested in is that contestant from earlier—his name is Andrew Lloyd." Preston and Clifford's faces immediately darkened. They scoffed and replied, "Then I'm afraid you might be mistaken, Mr. McCormick. That boy has no right to stand alongside our Advanced Medical Institute students, much less challenge someone like Mosby.Just watch—you'll see soon enough." They had only brought it up to confirm whether Derek's attention was focused on their side. Hearing that his interest lay elsewhere, th