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Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2254
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Chapter 2254 The Final Round Begins

At the competition venue, the audience in the stands couldn't wait any longer. It was almost tbefore the

competition commenced. Except for Matthew and his group, the other twelve contestants were all geared up.

Tpassed, yet there was no sight of Matthew's team. The eliminated Emsgate contestants started mocking.

"Did they choose to withdraw from the competition because they're afraid of our excellent doctors? It's late, just

where are they?"

"They probably realized that they're actually not that capable and chose to withdraw voluntarily. At least they

know their place."

"Seriously? They're wasting everyone's time. If they're not going to participate, they should have said so earlier.

Why are they taking up a spot?"

The crown prince of Mightwater and Easton's blood boiled at those claims. Just as the two of them were about to

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retort, the audience suddenly becrestless.

Following their gaze, three figures slowly walked out of the contestant's passage.

"Master Fabien, did they encounter something in CAUMP?" Glenn asked Fabien, who was beside him, when he

saw Matthew's gang.

After all, they had been taken to CAUMP to take on intensive training for three days and three nights straight.

They did not return until today. Thinking of this, Glenn felt a pang of sadness.

Fabien reacted calmly to that question. "Hush it. Focus on the competition."

He cast a glance at Glenn, sending chills into the air. Glenn finally realized that he had put his foot into his

mouth, hence the apology. "Yes, Master, | was wrong."

He lowered his head and stood behind Fabien without uttering anything.

At the stime, Matthew's team hurriedly made their way to the competition venue. They should've left

Dragon In Slumber yesterday, yet the director insisted on making Matthew stay. It could be a decision made out

of worry of Matthew's health or it could be because of the possible contagion of the virus in him.

They were only allowed to leave after undergoing comprehensive examinations. That was why they were late.

Seeing that all the referees had arrived, the chief referee nodded and began to explain the rules.

The final competition was about pill refining techniques. Contestants had to refine three types of pills in total.

Refining the Revitalizing Pill and the Chamber Opening Pill were the mandatory requirement. As for the last pill,

the contestants had the liberty to make their own choice. The Medical League would provide the corresponding

medicinal ingredients.

For the first two pills, the referees would give a score based on the number, quality and efficacy of pills

produced.

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As for the contestants’ self-chosen pill, it would be evaluated based on the difficulty of refining, rarity, efficacy

and other manifold aspects.

The total score would be determined by the whole evaluation of the three pills.

After understanding the rules of the competition, the contestants headed to their respective competition venues.

When Matthew and the three Emsgate contestants bypassed each other, Matilda Minster piped up, "You were

late. Are you chickened out? You were lucky to survive the single-elimination event. | hope luck stil favors your

side for the rest of the competition."

However, Matthew didn't pay much attention to those taunting remarks. He just shrugged it off. It was just an

empty talk that was not worth wasting his breath on.

Yet, not everyone had a good temper like he did, and Roland was one of them.

Her arrogant attitude elicited a confrontation from Roland, who stood in front of the Emsgate contestants.

"Enough, chick. You always talk big. Why don't you show us what you got instead of that big fat mouth of yours?

What an eyesore. If your abilities were half as good as your mouth, you would have won the championship long

ago. Ugly and snobbish brat."