Chapter 732 You’re the First One


    Thepetition was extremely intense, with the first half dominated by impressive teams. However, in


    the second half, there was aplete turnaround.


    For instance, Fergus’s team had been quick in solvingplex problems in the first half, far surpassing


    the neighboring team. But their speed noticeably slowed down in the second half, and the opposing


    teams caught them up. Seeing themselves in a disadvantaged position, Fergus’s team was visibly


    disturbed, their mistakes increasing.


    As for Marshall’s team, they had not been favored from the start because their speed was simply too


    slow. The opposing teams hadpleted two- thirds of the tasks while they had onlypleted one-


    third. However, at thest moment, with the help of the substitute, their teamwork was extremely


    coordinated, allowing them to reverse the speed and be the first to finish the game. As long as their


    completion rate did not fall behind the opposing teams and achieved a lower error rate, they would win.


    At the hospital, Fergus had just woken up when he received a call from his student. He had thought it


    was a call with good news and answered the phone with a bright smile. “How did it go? Did we win?”


    he asked.


    “We did,” the student replied.


    Fergus couldn’t help but frown. “You silly, why do you sound so frustrated if we won? Shouldn’t you be


    happy?”


    “Professor Lynch, it’s not our team that won; Professor Hartley’s team did.


    “What?” Fergus found it hard to believe. He asked, trembling slightly, How is that possible? Catherine


    didn’t evenpete. How could Marshall’s team win?”


    “The substitute in Marshall’s team is as formidable as Catherine. They were initially behind the


    opposing teams butter caught up and won,” the student replied.


    Upon hearing this, Fergus felt a ringing in his head and a sharp pain in his heart.


    “Professor Lynch, are you there?” the student asked, concerned.


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    Fergus sat in the chair, dazed, clutching his chest. His face was filled with pain, and he was unable to


    speak. After a while, he finally came to his senses and picked up the phone from the floor. He needed


    to find out what had happened.


    As Fergus stepped out of the lounge, he ran into Paxton.


    Paxton said, “Professor Lynch, perfect timing. I thought you were still sleeping!”


    Fergus looked at Paxton with a puzzled expression. “What’s up?”


    Paxton replied, “I have good news for you. Miss Swann has woken up. She just came out of the


    operating room and is now in her room. You’re in a hurry to see her, right?”


    Fergus originally intended to rush back to the hotel to check on thepetition’s situation, but he


    hadn’t expected Paxton to ask him this question.


    Fergus had to nod in agreement. “Yeah, I was so worried about Catherine that I couldn’t sleep well. I


    woke up after a short rest, and I will see her now!”


    Paxton suggested, “Let’s go then!”


    Fergus gave a faint smile and followed behind Paxton as they made their way to the hospital room.


    The room was crowded with people, and Catheriney weakly on the hospital bed, looking pale.


    When Catherine looked up and saw Fergus standing nearby, she greeted him, “Professor Lynch!”


    Everyone’s attention shifted to Fergus, who approached Catherine with a smile on his face. “Are you


    feeling better, Catherine?”


    “Yes! Thank you for developing the antidote for me, Professor Lynch.” Catherine’s eyes were filled with


    sincerity.


    Before, Fergus had always felt that Catherine was extremely arrogant and aloof, not even giving him a


    second nce. It was rare for her to speak to him in this manner. “You are Marshall’s best student. I


    have to do my best to save you, both professionally and personally. No need to thank me, as long as


    you get better!”


    Seeing Catherine awake, Fergus couldn’t wait to verify the antidote’s effectiveness. “Now that you’re


    awake, it means my antidote worked. I’ll have a nurse draw a blood sample for testing to develop a


    complete solution to neutralize the neurotoxin in your body as soon as possible.”


    Catherine nodded faintly in agreement.


    After calling for a nurse to draw blood, Fergus soon received the blood sample, and he seemed


    excited. He made an effort to contain his emotions, not wanting to appear too happy. ” Catherine,


    Marshall is particrly concerned about you. I can’t let him down. Rest well. I’m going to the


    laboratory!” he said.


    “Sure! Thank you, Professor Lynch!”


    Catherine watched as Fergus left. As soon as he left the hospital room, her previously calm eyes


    immediately turned icy.


    Sitting beside Catherine the whole time, Branden stroked her pale face and tenderly said, “Let me


    handle this, okay?”


    Catherine nced at him, and Branden understood what she meant with just one look. In his entire


    lifetime, only Catherine could make him swallow his pride.


    “Okay, I’ll leave it to you. But you must promise me that you will never hurt yourself again. or else I will


    do something crazy.” Branden lowered his head, his cold lips tightly pressed against Catherine’s warm


    hand. He couldn’t tell anyone how nervous he felt when Catherine copsed in his arms. His brain


    completely shut down, leaving his mind nk. No one could understand his feelings at that moment.


    He felt as if his blood instantly ran cold. He didn’t want Catherine to take any more risks. He wished it


    had happened to him, not Catherine.


    Catherine knew well that Branden was an extraordinary man. It seemed that he was able to do


    anything. This was the first time she had seen him so humble, and she felt a pang of heartache. She


    gently stroked his hair, which felt very tough and a bit prickly, but she still liked it very much.


    “I see. It won’t happen again,” Catherine promised.


    Branden slowly raised his head, and his previously low spirits vanished, reced by a yful and


    ambiguous expression as he looked at her. “Have you heard that you shouldn’t touch a man’s head, or


    it’ll bring bad luck?”


    Catherine was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to say such words. Before she could answer,


    Branden continued, “But if you’re willing to support me, you can touch it as much as you want!” With


    that, he leaned his head toward her.


    Seeing his nonchnt appearance, Catherine chuckled. “Branden, has anyone told you that you are


    thick- skinned?”


    “Humph…” Branden chuckled as he hugged her. “No, you’re the first one!”


    “And the only one,” he murmured in his heart.