The examiner reminded him, "Instead of fighting for first place, you're still over here, playing the charming hero, flirting around. Gotta say, you're the boldest contestant I've ever seen!"

Andrew chuckled. "Oh, come on, you're too kind. I'm just doing okay."

The examiner's bald head twitched visibly, his scalp tightening with annoyance. He thought, 'Damn, this kid really has an attitude problem, strutting around like he owns the place.'

The examiner did not like it one bit, but there was nothing he could do. He could not take Andrew down, and that made his blood boil.

The examiner felt extremely frustrated.

Despite his laid-back demeanor, Andrew's mind was always sharp. He kept a careful eye on the ticking clock and the shifting dynamics of the competition. He glanced over at Francesca, who seemed to be handling her side just fine.

Satisfied, he turned back to his own patient, a deaf-mute with severe burns covering a large part of his body—one of the most challenging ca