All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1341 - Chapter 1350

Jared glanced over at Andrew, letting out a bitter laugh. "Well, look at that. You actually managed to beat me this time. Guess even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while." Andrew just rolled his eyes. If this were a competition for speed alone, he would have crushed Jared from the very first round. However, rushing ahead for the sake of being first was pointless. Only someone as desperate for attention as Jared would care about such empty gestures. It was like those students who smugly handed in their tests first, thinking they were the smartest, when in reality, the real champions were the ones who ended up with the highest scores. The competition continued into the third and fourth rounds, steadily thinning the herd.By the end of the fourth round, fewer than 40 contestants remained, which meant ten contestants had been eliminated. The tension in the crowd grew palpable. Someone exclaimed, "My palms are sweating! I just hope that cute girl I'm rooting for can hang in

Andrew nearly choked at Jared's declaration. He burst out laughing, mocking, "Unstoppable? You got through on sheer dumb luck, and you're talking about being unstoppable? Aren't you worried about making a fool out of yourself?" Jared's face turned an ugly shade of red. "Andrew, I just made a small mistake!You'll see soon enough just how terrifying my true strength is!" The sixth round quickly followed. When a small white mouse appeared in front of each contestant, a wave of shocked gasps spread through the audience. They had brought in live test subjects—the difficulty had clearly taken a huge leap. On the stage, the contestants' faces grew even more strained. They only had one word to describe this round: tough. Clifford's voice boomed across the arena, dripping with mockery. "To all you future great physicians and national medical masters, each little creature in front of you has a health issue. "Some have organ damage, some have blood poisoning, and others have external

Thomas and Mosby stopped their movements almost simultaneously. In front of each of them, the small white mice they had treated were already squeaking and scurrying around, looking full of life. "Dr. Bozzelli, it seems we're a match!" Mosby chuckled. Thomas remained calm, not bothering to respond. Instead, he turned his attention to his prized student. He thought, 'Good. The surgery is nearly complete, with only the final injection left. As long as Jared chooses the right injection, the procedure will be a complete success.' His gaze then shifted to Francesca, and his eyes lit up with genuine admiration. He thought Malcolm's student truly was a rare talent. Her precision was impressive, the stitches on the tiny incision were flawless, and her speed was just a fraction behind his and Mosby's. It was a remarkable feat. 'She'll likely become a great female medical master in the future,' Thomas thought, giving her silent praise. However, when his eyes finally landed on Andrew,

The slaps had not come from the Advanced Medical Institute examiner or any random bystander. Instead, they came from Thomas—Jared's own mentor. "You little brat! As a medical practitioner, you don't even have the courage to face failure or take responsibility for your mistakes? Who accused you? Who wronged you? And now you want another chance? You won't let it go? Are you trying to drag Blumedale Hospital and my own reputation through the mud?" No one had noticed when Thomas had moved to stand beside Jared, but there he was—face twisted in rage, veins bulging in his temples, his fury palpable. For someone like Thomas, who valued his reputation above all else, this was an unforgivable disgrace. After all, his prized student's current behavior was pathetic. Moreover, various bigwigs were watching from the high platform. If the student were garbage, then he, as the teacher, would inevitably be accused of poor teaching. Jared stammered, his mind in a daze. "Dr. Bozzelli, I-I jus

Preston and Clifford's voices, dripping with malicious intent and carrying an overwhelming pressure, echoed across the arena. "Whoever causes a death, takes full responsibility!" For a brief moment, the entire stadium fell into a stunned hush. Even the audience held their breath, the weight of those words settling heavily over them. The seventh round of the Grand Medical Summit was a live patient operation. This was not just about losing a round anymore—it was about real lives hanging in the balance. Lab mice were experimental subjects—at worst, killing one meant failure. However, the current round meant potentially killing a patient. The consequences would be unimaginable. The sound of sharp intakes of breath rippled through the crowd. This approach was nothing short of the harshest way to test the contestants' willpower and medical skills. Someone exclaimed, "Man, this is intense! I know it's a life-or-death thing, but I can't help being curious. I want to see how these so-ca