Medical Center.
Another shooting.
Everyone should have been used to it by now.
But this time, a doctor had died.
Though she was an unpopular Queen of the Seas intern, she was still a doctor.
Watching her get shot in the head, her eyes still open in death, many medical staff were deeply shaken.
As Chief Resident, Adam had no choice but to become the most considerate psychologist and begin soothing the emotions of the medical staff.
That had been his original intention in hiring a professional security team.
But even though those guards were the best of the best, they could not discover danger in advance, stop it in advance, or eliminate it while it was still in its infancy.
After all, they did not have Adam's danger sense or Bullet Time.
Becca had been following Adam the whole time like a shadow, silently watching scene after scene unfold.
She gained a deeper understanding of the joys and sorrows of doctors.
At the end of the day, doctors were people too.
And when people faced danger, they felt fear.
At that moment, the NYPD arrived to gather evidence from the crime scene.
"Are you not afraid?"
Adam watched them carry away the Queen of the Seas intern's body. Seeing that Becca showed no reaction as she stared at the pool of blood on the floor, he could not help but feel surprised.
"Not afraid."
Becca smiled. "I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex!"
"A Tyrannosaurus Rex?"
Adam looked at her.
"It was my childhood dream."
Becca raised her hands like claws and explained, "Didn't your teachers ever ask what you wanted to be when you grew up?
Other people wanted to be lawyers, doctors, police officers, or scientists.
But back then, I really wanted to become a Tyrannosaurus Rex."
"So you have