Andrew paused, stopping all movement. Then, in a calm voice, he said, "Qualified or not… we'll find out when the lids come off."

Clifford was so furious that he actually laughed. "Fine! You really are the type who won't give up until you hit a wall."

He returned to the podium and raised his voice. "Finalists, lift the lids and present your elixirs for judgment! Of course, high-grade pills beat low-grade pills; among pills of the same grade, the one with superior quality wins!"

The entire arena held its breath as this was the most heart-pounding moment of the Grand Medical Summit. With a single reveal, the new champion would be decided.

Someone said, "I'm rooting for Andrew! Who knows, maybe this dark horse really will pull off a miracle!"

The person beside him scoffed. "Miracle? That's delusional. Dr. Lake's been the favorite to win from the start."

Another chimed in, "Dr. Bozzelli's steady and skilled. I'd say he has the best shot at winning the title."

"No point arguing