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Chapter 1367

Author: Only For You
"Then I'd love to see if your ending is really any better than mine!" Thomas snapped, his defeat fueling the bitterness he now hurled at Andrew. The sting of failure had clearly twisted his mood, and Andrew became the target of his frustration.

Meanwhile, Mosby stood with his hands behind his back, beaming toward the judges' platform.

He said proudly, "Clifford, Preston, my fellow peers in medicine. You've all checked this kid's so-called elixir by now, haven't you? If my guess is right, what he made isn't even an elixir—it's just trash, plain and simple."

He followed it up with another burst of arrogant laughter. He had noticed earlier that Andrew's cauldron had not released even a trace of medicinal aroma. It was like cooking a meal with no smell coming out—there could only be one conclusion: total failure.

Just then, startled voices rose from behind, followed by the sound of hurried shuffling and clattering.

"Huh? W-What is this…"

Suddenly, Mosby's brow furrowed, wonder
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  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1378

    Andrew chuckled coldly. "Sorry, but the Driscoll family's so-called prestige means nothing to me. What, you think I need to survive in Blumedale by sucking up to the Driscolls? Did I ever beg your family for help? Have I ever taken anything from you?" His smile faded completely, his voice cold. He had tolerated Rafael's posturing long enough. If it were not for the Grand Medical Summit, he would have kicked him out long ago. Rafael sneered. "You really think that you can do whatever the hell you want now just because you took the crown at the Grand Medical Summit and beat Mosby, that you're untouchable in front of me?" Andrew remained unfazed. "Rafael, most people kiss up to your family and you, but I'm not most people. So, if you think you can come in here, throw your weight around, and hide behind your family's reputation… "Well, you came to the wrong place. Now get lost. The door's to the left, and we won't be seeing you out." A flash of murderous intent crossed Rafael's e

  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1377

    Zephyr and Esther thought the Stevens family of Bridgefields barely had the qualifications to show their faces, let alone speak up. However, when they saw Aspen receive a bottle of the Golden Cure from Andrew himself, both lit up with joy. Just then, Andrew picked up another small bottle and casually walked over in their direction. Zephyr immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Lloyd, what's the matter?" His tone was careful. Andrew smiled warmly. "Mr. Stevens, no need for all that formality. Just call me Andrew from now on. There's not much of the brew left, and Aspen already got her share. But since your family came all the way from Bridgefields, it must've been tiring. This little bottle is for you. It should help with your upcoming martial breakthrough." Zephyr's hands shook, unsure whether to take it or not. It was not until Aspen gave a small, encouraging nod that he finally reached out, clutched it like treasure, and bowed deeply. He said, "I won't waste words. Just know I

  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1376

    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

  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1375

    Clifford suggested, "How about you sell that map to our Advanced Medical Institute?" Andrew did not even bother looking at him, simply replying, "Sure. Like I said before—just make me the head of your institute and we've got a deal." Clifford roared, "You're delusional!" Andrew sneered. "If I'm delusional, then so are you." Down below, Mosby staggered off the platform like a broken man. Rafael rushed up to him, his voice tight with urgency. "Mosby, I only brought that map out because of you! Yet you just stood there and let it fall into Andrew's hands! Do you realize how big a loss this is?" Mosby's lips trembled. "Mr. Driscoll… I tried my best." "I know you tried," Rafael growled. "But we have to take the map back!" Mosby's eyes drifted toward Andrew, still surrounded by the roaring crowd, and his expression twisted with hatred. "Don't worry. The humiliation and disgrace I suffered because of him, I'll return it all with a hundredfold. If I don't see that brat dead, then

  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1374

    Mosby did not take the cup because he was afraid. Seeing this, Andrew ran out of patience and shoved the poisoned concoction straight into his hands. Mosby nearly burst into tears. "Andrew, d-don't touch me!" However, Andrew ignored him completely. After handing over his poison, he casually reached for the one Mosby had prepared. Then, with a chilling grin, he raised his glass toward Mosby. "Cheers!" Mosby held Andrew's poison in trembling hands, his entire body shaking. "Andrew, are you really planning to die with me?" Andrew shook his head. "No. I'm sending you off. Trust me, if I'm playing this game with you, then there's only one ending—you're the one who dies." With that, he raised his glass and tilted it toward his lips. Mosby did not move. Deep down, he was banking on Andrew's death—if the kid dropped, victory was his. Just right as Andrew's lips touched the cup, he paused, lowered it, and gave Mosby a smirk full of wicked amusement. "What's going on? I'm alread

  • Rising from the Ashes   Chapter 1373

    Rafael could not take it anymore and shouted, "Mosby, just accept the challenge already! You've got decades of medical mastery—what's there to fear? Kill him with it!" Quinton, ever the chaos-stirrer, chimed in again. "Exactly, Dr. Lake! Believe in yourself. Andrew is bluffing—no way he'd really go all in! But hey, if he does… well then, pretend I didn't say anything." Mosby's apprentices all turned to glare at Quinton, seething with rage. Then, they turned back toward their mentor, bowing respectfully. "Dr. Lake, go forth with confidence! No matter what happens, even if something... unfortunate occurs, we'll take care of all the madams—day and night, with full devotion!" Mosby's body trembled. For a fleeting moment, he seriously considered conceding to Andrew on the spot—just to survive this madness. Then, maybe sprint up to the stands and dismember every single one of those so-called apprentices. As for that bastard Quinton? He wanted to castrate him, then force-feed him hi

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