Chapter 338:

Outside, the buzz was growing louder. Crolens Evening News had already pushed out a breaking headline.

“Shocking! Serious Malpractice Allegations at HaloFlow Hospital Spark Military Medical Investigation.”

With that headline, traffic to their official website skyrocketed.

Nearby, other reporters caught wind of it and raised eyebrows.

“We don’t even have results yet, and you’re already publishing something like this?” one questioned.

A Crolens Evening News reporter shrugged.

“What else could it be? I’ve got inside info from the police. This time, HaloFlow is…”

“You’ve got police feeding you information?”

“Feeding? No. We just stay in regular contact. Information flows both ways.”

Inside the police station’s medical room, several victims from the earlier brawl were brought in. Most had surface wounds — deep enough to need treatment, but not life-threatening.

The skill test would begin with suturing.

Rory entered and looked around. “Wow, quite the crowd.”

Trevor and the others were stunned to see him walk in, flanked by several department chiefs — legends they’d only read about in textbooks.

“Mr. Carter?” one gasped in disbelief.

Rory nodded slightly and approached Rylie, his tone warm and respectful.

“Is it true? You have documentation on Snow Mint cultivation?”

Rylie replied, “It’s true. I’ll send it to you once I’m done here.”

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“Then we owe you a big thank-you, Dr. Owen.”

The department chiefs behind Rory all gave Rylie respectful nods. Despite their age and status, they stood before her with the humility of students before a teacher.

Trevor and the others were floored. Their jaws dropped. How could this young woman earn such reverence from medical giants?

Rylie turned to them and said calmly, “I assume having these judges is good enough for you?”

Brock, who had been quietly standing by, muttered, “Feels like using a cannon to swat flies.”

Some of the rejected job seekers wanted to back out, but it was too late now. The mood in the room turned tense. Rory and the other judges stepped aside, their expressions serious. This was no joke.

“Given our limited setup, we’ll keep the rules simple. Each person gets one patient. Clean the wound and suture it. The judges will score based on technique, speed, and results,” Rylie announced.

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