Forty minutes flew by, and the crowd collectively stretched their necks, eager to see The Golden Cure finally completed.

Mosby clapped his hands together, brushing off the last bits of herbal residue, and let out a hearty laugh. "Done! Dr. Bozzelli, Andrew, it looks like I'm taking the lead!"

At this critical stage, regular examiners were no longer qualified to assess the results. Preston and Clifford stepped forward personally to conduct the final evaluations.

Clifford announced, peering into the simmering cauldron, "Dr. Lake's The Golden Cure has 305 ingredients. The color is excellent, and the medicinal effects are remarkable. You pass!"

The declaration triggered a wave of applause, particularly from Mosby's apprentices, whose cheers nearly shook the stadium.

Thomas' forehead beaded with cold sweat, and he also took his hands off the cauldron, signaling that he had finished.

Preston stepped over, leaning in for a closer look. "Dr. Bozzelli's Golden Cure has 280 ingredien