On Andrew's side, it took quite some effort to finally break free from the swarm of admirers. There was no helping it because he was officially famous now. He was not just the youngest Grand Physician in history, but also the man who single-handedly forced the legendary Mosby to his knees in the Summit's unprecedented eleventh round.

If Derek's people had not cleared a path for his exit, Andrew feared he would have been swallowed alive by the crowd.

"Alright then, bring out that pot of the Golden Cure. Let's split it up," Andrew said, smiling.

Chantelle, who had just helped pave the way for his exit, was still wiping sweat from her brow. She quickly chimed in, "Dr. Lloyd, I know that your Golden Cure is priceless, but we're all on the same team here. You better not leave anyone out!"

The others did not speak, but the gleam in their eyes said it all—they were thinking exactly the same thing. Everyone wanted a taste of the legendary medicinal brew.

Andrew looked at the total vo