Thomas let out a vague grunt and turned his head away. From the look of it, the most promising leader of Blumedale Hospital seemed utterly drained, like he had not slept a wink all night.

As for his prized apprentice, Jared, there was only one way to describe him—like someone mourning the dead.

When Andrew glanced his way, Jared immediately looked elsewhere. Right now, he did not even have the courage to meet Andrew's eyes. He could not help it—Andrew's skills had completely outshone even his own mentor, Thomas, so what chance did a junior like him stand?

Especially when even Mosby, the reigning champion of the Grand Medical Summit, had fallen to Andrew.

Since last night, Jared had spent hours figuring out how on earth Andrew was this ridiculously good.

Sitting at the head of the room, Malcolm chuckled warmly and said, "Andy, you're one of us now—come, have a seat."

Andrew did not stand on ceremony and took the open seat. He asked casually, "So, Dr. Goddard, may I ask why y