This time, Zhu Daoqi couldn't stop grinning. Zhang Yang received more bonus points, a full five points of the special grade this time, and the praise from the Tumor Hospital was no less effusive than that from the Children's Hospital—in fact, it was even more emphatic.

In the final assessment note, the Tumor Hospital wrote: "This caliber of top student is one any hospital would wish to keep, and if student Zhang Yang is willing to work at our institution, he is welcome at any time." Such a remark was a direct declaration of their intentions. They wanted Zhang Yang, wanted him to work in their hospital, and they were recruiting before the event was even over, openly stating their desire.

This treatment was reserved for Zhang Yang; no one else would receive such consideration. The Tumor Hospital ranked among the top institutions in the entire Shanghai area, a premier destination that countless people desperately vied to enter, yet they typically paid no mind to the average applicant.

This, however, only served to highlight how exceptional Zhang Yang’s performance truly was. Praised everywhere he went, Zhang Yang alone had given Changjing University an undeniable advantage, an outcome neither Zhu Daoqi nor the organizers had ever anticipated.

Who could have predicted that among this cohort of students was someone so outstanding, so profoundly capable? His performance eclipsed that of ordinary doctors, even surpassing many specialists; only those at the very pinnacle could draw comparison.

How could students possibly compete with someone comparable to top-tier experts? Regardless of their own merits, the gap was immense—a disparity in fundamental quality that sheer numbers could never overcome.

When the comprehensive data from all schools was released on the third day, Changjing University was first again. Furthermore, Changjing University had significantly outpaced the second-place Tongji Medical College; all ten points of their lead were generated by Zhang Yang.

If not for the errors made by Wang Ma and Gao Fei resulting in point deductions, the gap would have been far wider. This result left the host institution, Tongji Medical College, feeling deeply deflated.

They had hoped to leverage this event to showcase the prestige of their institution as the elder statesman among medical colleges, only to have all the limelight stolen by Changjing University. It would have been one thing if Changjing University’s overall quality surpassed theirs, but instead, they were being beaten by the achievements of a single individual.

They had produced a prodigy, and there was nothing Tongji could do about it. The morning passed quickly, and by noon, all students had returned to the hotel for lunch.

In the afternoon, they were scheduled to rotate again, proceeding to other hospitals for practical observation. That afternoon, Zhang Yang and his group were headed to the First Affiliated Hospital of Tongji Medical College, another highly reputed major hospital in Shanghai.

With the backing of Tongji University, Tongji First was ranked among the top few hospitals in the city, comparable to the Tumor Hospital. “Zhang Yang, you must be tired today!” During the meal, Shi Yan uncharacteristically placed food on Zhang Yang’s plate.

In recent days, she hadn't shown such gentleness to anyone, let alone serve them food. “I’m fine, thank you!” Zhang Yang smiled faintly.

He didn't know if the Tumor Hospital had done it intentionally, but for the latter half of his time there, they had worked him relentlessly, assigning him the most severe or complex cases. For many of these difficult and rare diseases, Zhang Yang offered numerous suggestions, all of which were meticulously recorded.

The renowned specialists at the Tumor Hospital, upon reviewing these suggestions and assessing them against the practical realities, felt a pang of regret. They regretted not exploiting Zhang Yang’s insight sooner; many of his recommendations struck directly at the heart of the issues, providing considerable inspiration even to them, the experts.

Several specialists in charge of specific patients exclaimed in praise after reviewing his notes; Zhang Yang’s insights had given them moments of profound clarity. “Shi Yan, Zhang Yang has a female companion; you aren’t harboring any other ideas, are you?” Gao Fei suddenly interjected, eyeing Shi Yan strangely, as her demeanor today was indeed peculiar.

“I know he has a companion, where is your filthy mind taking this?” Shi Yan’s face flushed crimson. She shot Gao Fei a sharp look, then hunched over her bowl to eat.

“Exactly! It’s just putting food on Zhang Yang’s plate, I’ll do it too!” Wang Ma immediately jumped to Shi Yan’s defense, quickly selecting a piece of fish for Zhang Yang.

With both girls serving him food, the other diners at the table watched with no small measure of envy. Zhang Yang merely offered a helpless smile, saying nothing in response.

Whether Shi Yan harbored deeper feelings, he couldn't be certain, but the fact remained that she was now completely won over by him. Regarding the ongoing system task, among the five students, only Yin Yong had yet to be fully convinced by Zhang Yang; the others now held no reservations about him.

Shi Yan’s attitude had only shifted that very day. Perhaps her current behavior was directly related to her complete capitulation to Zhang Yang’s superiority.

Shi Yan was herself a proud and ambitious girl; making her yield completely was no easy feat. It was primarily due to Zhang Yang’s prior emergency case and his extraordinary performance over the last two days.

As members of the same group, she was perhaps the clearest witness to his abilities, and Zhang Yang’s performance left her utterly speechless. She understood that no matter what she did, she could never surpass him.

They arrived at Tongji First at two in the afternoon. Because it was affiliated with their own school, the scrutiny here was not as intense as at the Tumor Hospital, yet the evaluation process proved to be even more rigorous.

This was especially true for the students from Changjing University; any tiny slip-up, any minor mistake, could result in deductions. They were all aware that their university was currently being suppressed by Changjing University, and by an overwhelming margin at that.

For those who had always taken pride in their own institution, this was difficult to accept. The person under the tightest watch was Zhang Yang.

His supervisor was a department head, a director following an intern—a temporary intern who had only been there a day and a half—which seemed like an overreaction. However, his actions did not invite criticism; this individual was deemed worthy of such attention.

Zhang Yang was no ordinary student; which regular student would garner such high praise? Both the Children's Hospital and the Tumor Hospital had given him exceptional reviews, suggesting he was comparable to a top-tier specialist.

This only fueled the resentment among the doctors trained at Tongji Medical College, one of whom, the supervisor currently shadowing Zhang Yang, was a purebred alumnus of Tongji. In the afternoon, Zhang Yang began by rounding in the wards, and the director was unapologetic, immediately leading him to the most troublesome and critically ill patients.

They had inquired; the Tumor Hospital had tried the same approach previously, but they had failed to stump Zhang Yang. Of course, the director didn't entirely trust the reports; seeing was believing.

He deliberately brought Zhang Yang to similar challenging cases to observe what sort of commentary he would offer on these patients. The troublesome and severe conditions were mostly complex, lingering ailments.

The afternoon passed quickly. Soon, the director had guided Zhang Yang through three different wards.

These three wards housed only six patients in total, yet for every single one, Zhang Yang offered lengthy critiques, pinpointing the core issue of whatever ailment they suffered with surgical precision. Slowly, the director’s expression shifted from suspicion to astonishment, and finally, to genuine admiration.

What Zhang Yang said was remarkably insightful; he began frantically taking notes, terrified of missing a single phrase. Much of what he heard provided him with significant inspiration.

For some chronic conditions that had long defied a solution, Zhang Yang even proposed alternative treatment plans, giving the director a feeling akin to a sudden clearing of fog. With only half the afternoon gone, the director abandoned his initial air of arrogance.

He promptly led Zhang Yang to several of the most severe wards. These patients had often resided there for a long time, and the hospital currently had no effective remedies; unable to find suitable transfer options elsewhere, they could only remain there for the time being.

Changjing Third Hospital also housed such patients, but not nearly as many as the First Affiliated Hospital of Tongji. Major hospitals were different; many people viewed them as their last hope, a place to stall when every other option had failed.

These patients finally presented Zhang Yang with some genuine difficulty. However, in the end, Zhang Yang devised solutions for all of them.

The caveat was that three of these patients would require his personal intervention to be cured—no one else would suffice. These specific cases demanded medications he had personally formulated and the auxiliary power of his Neijin (Internal Energy) for treatment; since the hospital possessed neither the drugs nor a physician capable of such methods, these treatments were impossible there.

The afternoon vanished swiftly. As soon as the workday ended, the director excitedly took his collected notes to see the hospital president.

He believed in empirical evidence; now that he had personally witnessed Zhang Yang’s prowess, even he, a person fundamentally seeking fault, could find nothing to criticize. In fact, after visiting a few wards, his intent to find fault had completely vanished.

After that, he did nothing but listen and record, as many of Zhang Yang’s observations were genuinely helpful to him. He even began to feel that the previous hospitals had understated Zhang Yang’s capabilities; this individual was not merely comparable to a top expert—he was, fundamentally, a top expert himself.

Zhang Yang’s performance rapidly spread throughout the entire hospital. Gradually, he became the focal point of attention, drawing inquiries from both hospital staff and the students participating in the event.

This outcome was unexpected by the organizing body, Tongji Medical College, by Zhu Daoqi, and even by Zhang Yang himself. “Zhang Yang, you are famous now.

Not only are people from other schools asking about you today, but even the young nurses here have been inquiring about your status!” During dinner at the hospital cafeteria that evening, Gao Fei couldn't help but say so with a trace of sourness. “Gao Fei is right.

Many people asked me about your situation today, which distracted me, and I got points deducted again!” Wang Lu immediately nodded, wearing a look of deep grievance. She had accrued the most deductions, nearly every day over the past few days; she alone was responsible for four lost points.

If Zhang Yang hadn't carried them, their school would never have achieved such a standing. This fact was a source of immense frustration for her.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, about to speak, when his phone suddenly rang. He usually kept it turned off during work hours, but he would turn it on briefly during meals, often to call Mi Xue, as they had little time to talk these days.

As soon as he answered the call, after only a few words, Zhang Yang stood up, his expression instantly turning solemn.