Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 506: You Are Good, But I Am No Longer in Your Eyes

Chapter 506: Chapter 506: You Are Good, But I Am No Longer in Your Eyes

The semifinals were different from the initial rounds; it was no longer just about answering questions, but about practical skills.

This tested not only the contestants’ capabilities but also their psychological resilience.

Many of those who entered the semifinals were fifth-year students. There were very few contestants like Abigail Green, who were only sophomores, and even fewer made it to the semifinals.

Another difference between the semifinals and the initial rounds was that there were two rounds of competition.

The venue was set up with a broadcast hall, allowing the competition to be live-streamed directly.

Upon arrival at the venue, Lena Locke and the others were stunned.

"Fifty-seven competition units cover such a wide range?" Wilson Jasper’s mouth was slightly open. They had mentally prepared themselves before arriving, but they were still shocked.

Sophie Hope frowned as she read the introduction on the screen.

Ralf, who had come to cheer them on, counted on his fingers, "Internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, nursing, anesthesia, diagnostics..."

"Could it be any more comprehensive?" Lena Locke asked with a laugh that was close to tears.

"Scared before the competition even started?" Abigail Green glanced at the competition content. She was somewhat relieved that she had taken them to intern at the hospital for a month. If it had been a month earlier, they would not even have understood what the competition was about.

"I think I might embarrass myself. I feel sorry for wasting Y Bro’s money," Lena Locke said lethargically. They called Brandon Piers, who funded extravagantly, Y Bro, thinking he was a mysterious and insightful tycoon.

"Not necessarily. If we can’t do it, Bertha Swift’s team might not do any better. After all, they don’t have as much hospital internship experience as we do," Wilson Jasper analyzed seriously.

"Wilson has a point. Besides, they have Bertha Swift and we have Abigail Green. What’s there to worry about?" Davis Hudson said nonchalantly. His grey hair had grown out with black roots after not being maintained for a month, so he had to wear a headband. During their hospital internship, they had already discovered that Abigail Green’s medical skills were on a different level than theirs, even more impressive than some frontline doctors.

In just one month, everyone was in awe of Abigail Green, feeling that following her would lead to success.

Abigail Green listened to the flattery but remained calm. The semifinals consisted of thirteen projects. Each team initially needed to perform individually, then collaborate as a group. As long as they could win two championships out of the thirteen projects, they would smoothly advance.

She was confident in her individual performance, and with her guidance, the group performance wouldn’t be an issue. So this was essentially a guaranteed victory. If any of them could place in the individual competitions, even better.

Abigail Green was composed, but her expression was very stern as she looked at the others. "Remember, do not treat this as a competition venue but as a hospital operating room. Strictly follow all the rules, and remember that even a tiny mistake could cause irreparable damage or even death to the patient."

"Yes." The four responded in unison. Abigail had seriously and sternly told them this during their hospital training, and because of her strict procedures, they were already used to it and firmly believed in it.

Abigail’s repeated words made them see the competition ground not only as a skills contest but also as a place to save lives.

Jeffrey Foster, their lead teacher, stood not far from Abigail’s team. Hearing Abigail’s familiar words, he realized that she had repeatedly told her interns the same thing.

How foolish was he to not recognize her immediately?

Even when she denied she was Abigail Green and came up with such a ridiculous reason, he believed her. "Hehe."

After Abigail finished speaking, she heard a self-deprecating chuckle behind her and turned around to see Jeffrey Foster. Their eyes met, and Abigail felt a bit awkward. "Mr. Foster."

"You spoke well." Even though she had changed her appearance, she still stood out in the crowd.

Unfortunately... there was no longer a place for him in her eyes.

Since discovering that Abigail Green was indeed Abigail, this was Jeffrey Foster’s greatest revelation.

Abigail Green’s eyes no longer held him.

Initially, he couldn’t accept this and tried to find proof, but every time they met during dissection classes or on campus, or even when their eyes met just now, her gaze was indifferent and distant, as if they were truly just teacher and student, and she was truly just Abigail Green.

Jeffrey Foster didn’t know whether Abigail had forgotten him or was just a great actress...

But once, he overheard her at the stairwell, speaking gently with a sweetness that implied a romance. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, only to turn indifferent again upon seeing him.

He knew the person on the other end of the call was Brandon Piers.

This realization made him very uncomfortable.

But now, he didn’t even have the right to ask.

Abigail Green didn’t know why she saw a trace of melancholy in Jeffrey Foster’s eyes. She always felt that her senior had a gloomy aura about him now. Although he still appeared gentle and elegant, the inherent suppression was easy to detect.

This made Abigail’s gaze more complex.

"All competing students, please enter the venue in an orderly manner." Just as Abigail frowned, wondering what Jeffrey Foster was thinking, the host’s voice echoed across the venue.

Abigail smiled politely at Jeffrey, then led her team into the venue one by one.

After entering, just as Abigail had imagined, the five of them each selected topics from the screen and then separated to begin their tasks.

Abigail randomly drew projects like incision + suturing + stitch removal, superficial tumor resection, and posterior fornix puncture in gynecology, all of which were not difficult for her.

Others were assigned male catheterization, the four-step diagnosis of pregnant women and fetal heart monitoring, and gastric tube insertion...

Each person had three projects of varying difficulty, and they had to handle many sudden situations on the spot.

After everyone drew their topics, the host’s voice sounded again, announcing that everyone could enter their assigned examination areas according to their numbers.

Unlike the initial rounds, the semifinals had cameras set up, which made many students extremely nervous. Besides the cameras, each examination area had three judges casting covetous eyes on the contestants.

Abigail held her number card and first went to the obstetrics and gynecology operating table to perform her first surgery.

Others also entered their respective operating tables in sequence.

It was just unexpected for Abigail to see that amidst so many contestants, she was paired with Bertha Swift in one of the projects.

The two exchanged a look and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then each began their work.

As Abigail began her competition, Brandon Piers, seated in the highest conference room at Piers Corporation, held his phone and watched the live broadcast intently.

After the discussion, the high-level executives finally turned their attention to the seemingly idle second young master, feeling annoyed by his negligence. "We’ve been discussing for so long. Do you have any suggestions, Second Young Master?"

"Oh, whatever you decide." Brandon waved his hand, not lifting his eyes from his phone.

The higher-ups were fuming. The Third Master was right. This young master seemed to have nothing but good looks and a good grandfather. The previous rumors were probably just trumped-up by the old man!

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