Andrew smirked. "Well, Jared, you might just miss your chance."

Jared scoffed. "You think I don't stand a chance? You really believe you're the one who can win it all?"

Andrew shook his head, a confident glint in his eyes. "It's not about whether I can do it or not. I've got my eyes on every single prize at this Grand Medical Summit."

Jared almost laughed out loud. "You're way too full of yourself, Andrew. You really think you can take them all? Even Dr. Bozzelli wouldn't dare dream that big."

Andrew's confidence made Jared's blood boil. If it were not for Francesca's presence, he would have already mocked him outright. He believed that this punk probably would not even make the top ten. So, where did he get this absurd confidence from?

At that moment, the host lifted the final red cloth from the last tray on the stage, revealing a worn piece of parchment. It looked unimpressive, just quietly lying there, but Andrew's eyes widened the moment he saw it.

It was a fragment of