NovelEnglishChapter 1308 Someone exclaimed, "Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!" Another chimed in, "A representative of Blumedale Hospital, a prized student of Dr. Bozzelli, acting like this in public? It's a disgrace to our entire profession!" "Shocking! Is this a case of moral decay or just a complete loss of humanity? A young doctor, a supposed rising star, turning into a raving lunatic at an official conference? Disgusting! Someone get out of my way-I need to puke for the next 30 minutes!" As the security team dragged the raving Jared out of the conference hall, the place descended into chaos. Voices of scorn and ridicule filled the air, especially from the Advanced Medical Institute's delegation, who took the chance to tear into Blumedale Hospital's reputation without mercy. Amidst the commotion, Andrew strolled up to a young student from the Advanced Medical Institute, his expression cold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout warning, he slapped the man hard across the face. "You're a disgrace. You're no true doctor." The student staggered back, clutching his cheek, utterly dumbfounded. "W-What the hell? Who said I'm not from the Advanced Medical Institute? I'm a student here! The two elders are my mentors!" The two elders and Mosby, who were already furning from the ---- earlier chaos, erupted. "Andrew, have you lost your mind? How dare you strike one of our people? Do you have a death wish?" Chantelle's face darkened as she stepped in. "Mr. Lloyd, you owe this man an apology. He really is from the Advanced Medical Institute. I can vouch for that." Andrew snorted. "No, he's not. You guys didn't catch it, did you? Listen to what he just said." The young man, still angry, barked back. "I just said: Shocking! Is this a case of moral decay or just a complete loss of humanity-" Andrew cut him off with a sneer. "There it is! You finally revealed yourself.
From that alone, you're probably one of those undercover reporters from ssensationalist news agency, right? Probably from the gossip department or something." The so-called Advanced Medical Institute student was completely dumbfounded. Chantelle finally understood what Andrew was implying. "Andrew, could you please stop being so childish? The man just has a tic way of talking.
You can't just slap someone because they sound like a tabloid writer!" She could not believe how overtic Andrew's imagination was. He scratched his head, putting on a sheepish grin. "Ah, my bad. I really thought he was an undercover reporter. The way he kept saying 'shocking' and 'moral decay' just setoff. You know, like - --- abad reflex." 'The man looked like he was about to cry. "Man, you've got to chill! Iwas just trying to add semphasis to express my feelings.
Ever heard of tic flair?" Andrew chuckled, giving the guy a light pat on the shoulder. "Alright, alright. You keep doing you, king. I promise not to slap you next time." Before anyone else could react, Andrew grabbed Francesca's hand and slipped through the crowd, making a swift exit. From behind, Mosby's enraged voice echoed through the hallway. " Ms. Garcia, that brat just assaulted one of our people! I demand he be disciplined!" Yet, it was too late.
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Andrew and Francesca had already slipped out of the building Once outside, Francesca burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face. "Andrew, you're going to be the death of me! What was that about the tabloid journalist? You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Andrew winked. "Oh, you caught that, huh? Fran, you're getting sharper every day." Francesca puffed out her cheeks, playfully swatting at his arm." ---- It's not that I'm getting sharper-it's that your mischief is becoming way too obvious!"
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