Competition, Competition!

Medical Center.

Dining room.

The pagers beeped incessantly.

"What's going on?"

Cristina exclaimed in surprise.

"Something big is definitely going to happen, let's go."

Adam stood up to greet him.

Groups of two or three surgical interns were also doing the same thing.

When passing by the nurses' station.

Adam saw that arrogant bronze Alex again, who was disguised as a king.

Did you call me again?

Alex felt a little guilty and annoyed.

"Yes."

The old nurse reported expressionlessly, "The patient in bed 4-b is still breathing rapidly."

"Antibiotics need time to take effect."

Alex had a bad feeling, but he still stubbornly insisted.

"The antibiotics should have been effective long ago."

The old nurse retorted.

She knows the effects of this common medicine better than the doctor does.

"She's old; she's an old relic."

Alex was agitated. He caught a glimpse of the old nurse's questioning eyes and noticed Adam and the others looking at him. He said coldly, "You should thank God you can even breathe. I have patients downstairs. They're not from the American Civil War era, so don't call me again."

After saying that, he shoved the medical record into the old nurse's hand and walked away with a flourish.

How could he do this?!

The ruthless Liz was the first to be unable to accept this and went up to confront Alex.

Don't go.

Cristina pulled her back and advised, "We need to get to the assembly point. Don't worry about this. If problems arise, someone will take care of it."

"Let's go."

Adam said goodbye and left.

"Adam!"

The ruthless Liz strode up to Adam, blocked his way, her eyes wide with a look that said, "Shouldn't we do something about this? It's a matter of life and death for the patient."

"She is just having shortness of breath, not critically ill."

Adam frowned and said, "If the condition worsens, Alex's boss will handle it. We are just interns from other groups and have no right to interfere."

"But..."

Liz's ruthless, Saintly Mother heart erupted; she knew Adam was right, but she was still unwilling to accept it.

There are no "buts".

Adam said calmly, "If you're worried, you can go and report it to Alex's boss, or the boss's boss."

"..."

The ruthless Liz was delayed.

Snitching is a major taboo in the workplace; nobody likes someone like that.

Now she's no longer liked by the supervising resident, the Nazi. If she were to skip over her own group and report on others again, she'd really become a latrine cleaner and Chrysanthemum Monster.

She was the Saintly Mother, but she wasn't stupid, so she wanted Adam to step in.

But to her surprise, Adam didn't fall for her act at all and launched a counterattack that struck right at her vitals.

"Alright, let's go to the meeting."

Meredith pulled the fierce Liz, who was about to say something angry, toward the conference room, saying as they walked, "Alex has made it clear that we shouldn't call him anymore. If his condition changes even slightly, the nurse will definitely call Alex's boss directly. There won't be any problem."

"I'm just indignant about what they did. Aren't the elderly people human beings too?"

The ruthless Liz followed down the steps. "We all get old. When we're old, do you want to be treated like this?"

Adam glanced at her and suddenly felt disgusted by this beautiful, fierce, and seemingly extremely kind-hearted blonde woman.

He studied psychology and had seen many such cases.

Despite her seemingly Saintly Mother appearance and desire to bring light and love to everyone, the ruthless Liz is often a person without principles or bottom lines.

Today she despises Alex, the scoundrel who treats the elderly like the dead.

Maybe tomorrow she'll be head over heels in love with him, and then she'll completely forget everything that happened today.

This is not just something I made up.

The Saintly Mother has an urge to save people, but good people don't need to be saved. So they are often attracted to bad people, and the worse the man, the greater their urge to save him.

In this process, they are often the first to lose their way. In order to redeem such a bad person, they can forget their previous principles and beliefs, and even sacrifice good people.

Meeting room.

Everyone gathered together.

Do you know what it is?

"I don't know."

"It shouldn't be a bad thing, after all, the law doesn't punish everyone."

"That's true."

"..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Adam sat there, flipping through the medical records.

Cristina sat there, took out a banana, and began practicing sewing.

"Your skills are really good!"

The chubby Stu chuckled lewdly.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Cristina shoved the needle into the banana, half-raising her single eyelid, her face expressionless.

"There is a chance."

The chubby Stu's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of being intimidated by Cristina's threat.

As a doctor, he was used to practicing suturing with bananas, and it never gave him any unpleasant associations that made him feel a chill down his groin.

"First shift's over, wanna grab a drink?"

"Oh, please."

Several girls rolled their eyes in unison.

Adam couldn't help but chuckle. He knew that the lecherous, chubby Stu had said those words to every girl in just 24 hours.

The purpose of casting a wide net to catch more fish is blatant.

The result is obvious.

With his short, chubby figure and extremely sleazy demeanor, he left a deep impression on everyone.

Even Saintly Mother cruel and vengeful Liz couldn't be bothered to convert him.

"Hey-hey."

Stu didn't take it to heart, chuckling as he took the girls' eye rolls as compliments; his indomitable spirit was truly remarkable.

"Good morning."

At that moment, a handsome middle-aged doctor walked in, greeted everyone, and was none other than Dr. Derek Dr. Shepherd, the Attending Physician Neurosurgery.

"Good morning."

Everyone responded, but Meredith's eyes immediately looked strange.

"I'm going to do something that surgeons rarely do, and I'm going to ask you interns for help."

As Dr. Shepherd walked over to Meredith, he looked at everyone and said, "I have a child named Katie Rice. To this day, I still don't know the cause of her illness. The medications we're using aren't working, and the lab scans are all normal, but she has had multiple epileptic seizures without any warning."

She doesn't have much time left; if I don't find the cause of her illness soon, she will die.

That's why I'm asking for your help. My own ideas are limited, and I need you to brainstorm and solve this mystery to find out the cause of Katie's illness.

I know you are very tired and busy, and you have a lot of things to do. I understand, so I'm giving you some motivation.

Whoever finds the answer will become my assistant.

Katie will definitely need surgery, and you will be doing things that other interns can't do to assist in this advanced surgery.

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up, their eyes lighting up, and as they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with the message: competition, competition!