Medical Center.
"What are you planning to do?"
Cristina shuddered.
"I think the medical field needs a purer award."
Adam smiled. "No comprehensive considerations—just award it to the purest, most brilliant doctor of the year!"
"You want to create a new medical award?!"
Cristina said tremulously.
"I'd already had the idea." Adam nodded. "I've just made up my mind now. I consider myself a fairly pure doctor. I don't care about money, and I don't lack it. There aren't many things left that can force me to make comprehensive considerations. I think the medical field needs an Adam Duncan Medical Innovation Award. As for the prize money, let's set it at two million dollars for now. It can fluctuate depending on circumstances later."
"I think so too." Cristina nodded repeatedly. "I support you!"
"Don't get too excited." Adam looked at her and smiled. "You know why I'm preparing to establish this award. You're my friend, but I won't make comprehensive considerations for you or give you a chance to use the back door. Of course, if your skills truly reach that level—if you perform at your peak like Alice Grey did back then, to the point where you deserve the award every single year—I won't suppress you out of a desire to avoid suspicion by making comprehensive considerations. As long as you're good enough, I'll give you the award every year. The money will be there anyway. If others want it, they can earn it with their own abilities. Take it or leave it! I believe that as long as it's fair enough, the prize money is generous enough, and ability is the only criterion, the Adam Duncan Medical Innovation Award will have a chance to become the top award in medicine someday."
"I'm certain it will!" Cristina had even