Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 638

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 638**
**CONTENT: Chapter 638 The Competition 2**

Mr. Jorge and Noah rose from their seats, their expressions serious as they approached the patient lying on the examination table. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the palpable tension in the room. Noah reached out, gently taking the patient’s wrist to check his pulse. As he counted, a deep furrow formed on his brow, signaling his concern.

“How is it?” Mr. Jorge inquired, his voice laced with an edge of impatience.

Noah shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the unusual rhythm beneath his fingers. “It’s not clear. The pulse is strange,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, revealing the weight of uncertainty that hung over them both.

Meanwhile, Ivan had approached his own patient, his demeanor markedly different. After a meticulous examination, a sneer crept onto his lips, a clear indication of his disdain. “Mr. Jorge, are you Dracovians looking down on us? Is this some sort of joke? A patient this simple to treat? It feels like an insult to our capabilities,” he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.

Mr. Jorge met Ivan’s gaze with icy calm. “Is that so? Then I trust you’ll have no trouble curing this ‘simple’ patient, Mr. Dracovich. On behalf of the patient, I extend my gratitude in advance,” he replied, his tone cutting through the air like a knife.

Ignoring the thinly veiled sarcasm, Ivan turned to the student representatives gathered nearby. “All of you, come take a look. I have faith that with your skills, you can solve this without our intervention,” he declared, his confidence radiating as several students stood up, their smug expressions betraying their eagerness to prove themselves.

Lilian, still seated, cast a quick glance at the two patients before her. The one with the leg injury appeared straightforward, but she sensed complexities lurking beneath the surface. The other patient, however, elicited a cold smile that crept onto her face involuntarily, a reaction she couldn’t suppress.

Noticing Mr. Jorge’s serious demeanor, she decided it was time to engage. With a confident smile, she stood up and addressed her fellow students. “Let’s go observe as well. The Radovian students are exceptionally skilled; it would be a shame not to witness their expertise firsthand,” she encouraged, her enthusiasm infectious.

The Dracovian student representatives followed suit, moving toward the center of the stage.

The audience buzzed with excitement, their chatter filling the room. On the large screens, they collectively agreed that the Dracovian patient appeared deceptively simple, while the Radovian patient’s condition was shrouded in mystery. Many spectators shook their heads, their expressions a mix of confusion and disappointment.

As Mr. Jorge noticed Lilian approaching, he spoke up, “The situation is complicated, but I’m certain it’s very similar to the toxin Fawks had. I just can’t fathom why this individual hasn’t succumbed to the effects yet.”

A cold smile flickered across Lilian’s lips, a spark of insight illuminating her thoughts. “Because he was poisoned too recently. His body is teeming with eggs, which haven’t hatched yet,” she explained, her voice steady and confident.

In stark contrast, Lilian’s team remained seated, exuding an air of relaxation as they observed the Radovian team’s actions on the screen, exchanging quiet comments filled with both critique and curiosity.

The audience, witnessing the two dramatically different approaches on stage, couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over them.

“Why aren’t they doing anything? Even if they haven’t figured it out, they should at least attempt something. This is downright embarrassing,” one spectator murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, even if they fail, at least they would have tried. To lose without even daring to take action is just too humiliating,” another chimed in, frustration evident in her voice.

“Ugh, at this level, they’re just getting crushed. I could do a better job,” someone else scoffed, their disdain echoing in the charged atmosphere.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone awaited the unfolding drama, each moment brimming with anticipation.