Derek nodded with satisfaction. "Andrew really didn't let me down!"

Chantelle, for once, seemed impressed. "Yeah, his personality sucks, but his medical skills are definitely legit!"

Preston and Clifford, however, just sneered. "Sure, he's got some skills, but this is where it ends. In our field, we'd say he's got a little something, but not much!"

Chantelle quietly cursed at them, annoyed by their condescending attitude. Those two old fools from the Advanced Medical Institute clearly had their hopes pinned on Mosby. Naturally, they did not want to see Andrew keep blazing through the rounds.

On the spectator side, Christina shifted uncomfortably, debating whether to leave again. The higher Andrew climbed, the more she felt crushed, humiliated, and defeated.

Yara, on the other hand, clapped with excitement. "Great! Go ahead and leave! I can cheer for Andrew all by myself!"

Quinton could not hold back anymore and snapped, "Yara, stop pushing it! Shut up, you hear me?"

Yara