Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1349 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-called medical geniuses handle it!" Another sighed, "Oh no, one of our guys already looks like he's about to crack under the pressure!" "This round is brutal. No wonder they say studying medicine is a life-or-death job! ---- Gradually, the crowd began to stir, murmurs turning into alow, anxious buzz. Up in the stands, Derek frowned. "Esteemed elders, isn't the seventh round a bit too extreme?

Lives are at stake here." Preston and Clifford simply snorted. "Too extreme? Medicine's ultimate purpose is to save lives. If these so-called geniuses can't handle that, then they don't deserve the honor of this Grand Medical Summit." Derek raised a hand, trying to calm the tension. "Even so, if something truly catastrophic happens, it won't be good." The two old men chuckled. "Relax, Mr. McCormick. Of course, we have contingency plans.

There are expert teams standing by, ready to intervene if any contestant makes a critical mistake. We won't actually let anyone die-we're not monsters." Hearing this, Derek finally let out a small sigh of relief. He had been genuinely concerned about the potential fallout. On the competition floor, Andrew gave a small nod. The Grand Medical Summit was not just a competition-it was a forge for the sharpest medical minds. Moreover, the title of the Grand Physician was an absolute honor indeed.

Now, finally, things were getting interesting. If the earlier rounds had felt like warm-ups, this was the real deal. ---- Soon, patients were being wheeled onto the stage one by one. Some were missing limbs, others groaned in pain, a few stared into space, and others had severe burns covering their bodies. Every single one of them carried a unique, severe medical condition a true test of the remaining contestants' skills. 'The loudspeaker crackled to life.

"Your mission is simple-heal the patient in front of you and relieve their suffering. Healing may sound straightforward, but in reality, it's anything but. "True medical masters overcome impossible odds, while average doctors just throw pills, give injections, or administer IVs to a problem. Today, you either prove yourself a master or get exposed as mediocre!" 'The moment the announcement ended, one of the contestants shot his hand into the air, shouting desperately.

Alleyes in the stadium snapped to him-it was a middle-aged doctor, his face pale, sweat pouring down like rain. Andrew, watching him, shook his head slightly-he already knew what was coming. Preston and Clifford's voices cut through the sudden quiet. "You there, what is it you want?" 'The man's lips trembled. "1-1 want to withdraw!" ---- The entire stadium, whether audience members or VIPs on the main stage, instantly erupted in commotion. The competition had finally reached the point where someone could not withstand the pressure and voluntarily forfeited.