Qi Fenghao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked gratefully at Nan Yu, then glanced at Meng Yi who was sitting dumbly beside him.
After a moment of thought, he said in a deep voice, "Meng Yi, your talent is not bad, and your medical skills are also decent among your peers, but today you were not a match for Doctor Nan. You might as well admit defeat."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi's hands under the table clenched tightly, her fingertips puncturing her palms, bringing a sting of pain.
She looked up, her eyes filled with tears, "I..."
Song Yingqing, standing behind, interrupted, "Meng Yi, if you can't handle it, you'd better admit defeat early and let someone else take over, so you don't embarrass yourself even more."
Meng Yi suddenly stood up, about to speak, when she heard whispers around her.
"What's with this Meng Yi? She can't win against Nan Yu even once, and yet she still sits there. She's just embarrassing A Medical College!"
