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