Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1359 Forty minutes flew by, and the crowd collectively stretched their necks, eager to see The Golden Cure finally completed. Mosby clapped his hands together, brushing off the last bits of herbal residue, and let out a hearty laugh. "Done! Dr. Bozzelli, Andrew, it looks like I'm taking the lead!" At this critical stage, regular examiners were no longer qualified to assess the results. Preston and Clifford stepped forward personally to conduct the final evaluations.

Clifford announced, peering into the simmering cauldron, "Dr. Lake's The Golden Cure has 305 ingredients. The color is excellent, and the medicinal effects are remarkable. You pass!" The declaration triggered a wave of applause, particularly from Mosby's apprentices, whose cheers nearly shook the stadium. Thomas' forehead beaded with cold sweat, and he also took his hands off the cauldron, signaling that he had finished. Preston stepped over, leaning in for a closer look. "Dr.

Bozzelli's Golden Cure has 280 ingredients. The color is decent, though slightly cloudy. The efficacy is acceptable. You pass." 'Thomas exhaled deeply, feeling the crushing weight of anxiety finally lift from his chest. With that, only Andrew's Golden Cure remained unfinished. ---- Preston and Clifford strolled over to Andrew's station, their expressions darkening the moment they glanced into his pot.

"You little punk," Clifford spat, his eyes narrowing, "you've been fumbling around for hours, and you've barely thrown in 50 herbs! If you can't handle this, just admit defeat and stop wasting everyone's time! With this pitiful handful of ingredients, you dare call it the Golden Cure? At best, that's just a basic broth!" The crowd erupted into laughter, their mockery echoing across the stands.

hide their disdain, their postures dripping with condescension. Up in the VIP section, Derek let out a frustrated huff, a faint hint of

Institute has been passing down medical knowledge for generations. For someone of Mr. Lloyd's age to compete against Mosby and the like is already a

suddenly grabbed the small pile of herbs he had ---- painstakingly selected and tossed them aside. The move stunned the entire arena. What the hell was this? Was he throwing a tantrum? Was he about to flip the stage? Preston

can't handle a little loss? Just admit defeat and step