Los Angeles.
St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose.
Operating Room.
"Okay."
Faced with Adam's questioning, Shaun began rubbing his hair and reluctantly said,
"Adam..."
Knowing his adopted son well, Dr. Glassman knew this was a sign that Shaun was growing agitated, and it pained him deeply.
Shaun used to have his brother stroke his hair to calm him down. Now, Shaun could only stroke his own hair.
"Dr. Glassman."
Adam said seriously, "This is only the beginning.
Since he wants to become a surgeon, he has to put in the effort.
Isn't that what you want too—for me to train him into a qualified surgeon?
If not, you can send him to the Medical Center.
Don't worry. Meredith and the others would definitely be willing to give Shaun a chance."
"I want to stay here."
After messing up his hair, Shaun's eyes wandered as he swayed for a while before saying, "You're the best surgeon. I'm willing to learn from you."
"Very good."
Adam looked at him. "If you truly want to learn, then I'll teach you.
Not by treating you like an autistic patient who needs help, but by training you like a qualified doctor."
"I want to become a qualified surgeon."
Shaun glanced at Adam, then looked away and said haltingly, "Teach me."
He hated it most when people treated him like an autistic patient.
"Sigh."
Dr. Glassman felt some relief at the sight, but even more worry.
Because only he, Shaun's adoptive father, truly understood Shaun's condition.
Without taking Shaun's autism into account and giving him special consideration, Shaun simply could not adapt to society, much less the high-pressure life of a doctor.
In Dr. Glassman's eyes, Adam's stance was more likely preparation to justifiably kick Shaun out of St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose's residency program