Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1345

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, his expression froze for a split second.

Andrew was still standing there, arms crossed, with that same carefree grin on his face. It was as if he had not even started, like he was just there to watch the show.

Thomas thought Andrew had not even figured out how to proceed. Shaking his head, he looked away, a faint sneer flickering across his lips. "What a fool!"

He had already judged Andrew to be nothing more than a mediocre talent. Malcolm must have been too sentimental in his old age, making a poor choice in this case.

Meanwhile, the bald examiner standing in front of Andrew could not hold back any longer. "Hey, kid! You're not even going to try? You were so loud earlier, acting like you didn't even care about Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Phelps. But now you're just standing there, waiting to lose? Isn't this just proving that you really are as useless as they say?"

Andrew just smiled. "I already said, let the bullets fly for a while." Alright, only forty seconds left—guess it's time to reel them in."

With that, Andrew did not reach for the surgical tools provided by the tournament. Instead, three slender golden needles appeared between his fingers, moving so quickly they almost blurred as he inserted them into the tiny mouse's body.