Since learning yesterday that Morse had been dealt with by Wang Ye, Morse had been in low spirits, unable to muster any enthusiasm for anything.
Morse's female assistant looked on worriedly from behind, her azure eyes filled with concern.
As a competitor in the World International Medical Competition, Morse's current state could easily affect his performance during the competition.
"Morse, you really need to get yourself together quickly, otherwise, for the upcoming competition..."
Before the female assistant could finish, Morse suddenly turned towards her and shouted:
"Pull myself together? Even if I do, what use would it be?"
"Wang Ye is simply unbeatable! He is invincible!"
"Whether in terms of medical skills or strength, I can only be defeated by him!"
"So what use is there in me doing this?"
Morse roared these words, but his speech was tinged with a profound sense of helplessness.
It was a helplessness against Wang Ye.
