He Wasn't That Important

Night falls.

Medical Center.

In the corridor.

Several temporary hospital beds were put together.

Cristina and the others walked over one after another, plopped down on the wall, and slumped against it, looking exhausted.

Having missed their mealtime, they used coins to buy coffee, drinks, and snacks from a nearby vending machine, making do with what they had.

"I have a headache."

Alex's enigmatic smile vanished, and he complained.

"It could be a tumor."

Cristina scoffed.

"You'd love for me to get a tumor, wouldn't you?"

Alex said unhappily.

"That's hilarious. You think I'm the only one who thinks that way?"

Cristina scoffed.

"..."

Alex paused.

He was aware of his own popularity.

"If fantasies could come true, then I certainly wouldn't be the first person to get a tumor; Adam Duncan would be!"

Alex sneered, "Don't tell me you've never even fantasized about it."

Cristina ignored him.

If it weren't for the reshuffling of interns, Alex was assigned to the Nazi's department, the Nazi asked him to familiarize him with the rules, but she didn't want to talk to him at all.

She's really angry right now.

In terms of professional skills, she believes she is no less skilled than Adam, and is considered one of the best among the 20 surgeons.

But this was already the end of the second shift.

What did Adam do?

What did she do this time?

Adam not only performed an appendectomy right away, but also solved a difficult problem and managed to get a high-level neurosurgery. Today in the emergency room, he also did a great job, and the news of him being applauded by the whole room after successfully saving an infant spread throughout the hospital.

She, with a Bachelor of Arts degree from Smith University, a PhD from Berkeley University, and a PhD from Harvard Medical School Hospital, not only failed to perform a single surgery but also did odd jobs such as distributing diagnostic leaflets.

The patient was overjoyed to learn that everything was alright and gave her a warm hug, which made her, who dislikes contact with people, feel uncomfortable all over.

At the same time, she also had to take that bastard Alex with her.

It's easy to imagine how furious she is right now.

If she were given a scalpel right now, she would really want to stab Alex.

"I've been stitching all day, and my hands are numb."

Liz came over with coffee and snacks.

"At least you are helping patients and improving your medical skills."

Cristina pointed at herself, annoyed. "Now look, who does the Nazi actually dislike?"

"American Police is indeed the most unreliable."

Meredith walked over carrying the freezer, snatched the snacks from George had just bought them, and said weakly, "They said they'd come this morning, they said they'd come this afternoon, and now it's almost time to get off work, and they say it'll be a few more hours. Looks like I can't live without it tonight."

You'll never be able to live without it for the rest of your life!

Alex couldn't help but tease him.

"Don't speak!"

Meredith gave him a look of disgust. "Please don't talk to me, thank you."

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

George walked over with a grim expression. "This afternoon, a Germany tour group suffered from food poisoning. I handled it, and that was truly awful. You guys try it?"

Upon hearing this, no one responded, clearly agreeing that George was the most pitiful.

"Do you know what's even more painful?"

George felt even more aggrieved when he saw that they were all silent. "Adam was right there. I asked the nurse to call him to help, but the nurse just brushed me off and secretly said that Adam was the one who did big things, while I was just helping people with rectal exams and taking stool samples."

"Ha ha!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"You're still laughing!"

George roared.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh."

Meredith comforted him, "Damn Adam!"

"Damn Adam!"

These words immediately resonated with everyone, and they all chimed in with their criticism.

They're both interns, is the difference in their skill levels really that big?

"What does that mean?"

Adam walked over from around the corner and was surprised to hear everyone denouncing him in unison.

Did you order takeout?

Cristina immediately noticed that the food in Adam's hand was far superior to the 'gaudy junk' in the vending machine.

I guess so.

Adam paused for a moment, then smiled noncommittally.

This was ordered from a high-end restaurant and delivered after he realized he had missed the mealtime.

In life, one cannot do without the desire for food and drink.

"Can you show us what billionaires eat?"

Cristina asked curiously.

"Certainly."

Adam had no choice but to hand over the food.

"A seafood feast at Le Bernardin."

Cristina gasped, then held up the tasteless bread in her hand and complained, "Now you want to ask us why we're all condemning you?"

"Hehe."

Adam smiled and remained silent.

That's human nature. Without comparison, there's no harm, and naturally, envy, jealousy, and hatred will arise.

The key is to strike a balance.

As long as it remains within the range of envy and jealousy without hatred, people can be friends.

It's normal for someone like Cristina to speak so frankly.

Liz opened her mouth, wanting to say, "Instead of enjoying this money, you should help others more," but Adam's cold, sharp gaze from noon instantly flashed into her mind, and she swallowed the words she was about to say.

She can't afford to mess with this man.

"Would you like some, everyone?"

Adam unfolded the lunchbox and invited.

"Certainly."

Cristina retorted without mincing words, "After such a busy day, enjoying a three- Michelin meal is the best way to relax. Give me a lobster."

Adam smiled and handed it to her.

"I'll have some too."

Meredith smiled and reached out his hand.

"You're welcome."

They're all colleagues, and although the competition is fierce, Adam still hopes to maintain a friendly atmosphere. Cristina's straightforward approach to competition, without involving other factors, is much better.

"Eat something, everyone."

"Fine, I'll eat."

George retorted defiantly, "Do you know what happened with the Germany tour group this afternoon?"

"I know a little."

Adam smiled and said, "They meant well..."

Seeing George's dark expression, Adam quickly reassured him, "Next time, I'll definitely do it again."

Wow! It smells so good!

Cristina and Meredith couldn't help but exclaim, exchanging a glance, their mouths moving suddenly faster.

George took a bite, his expression suddenly softened, and he revealed a look of enjoyment.

Liz looked on hesitantly, her throat moving involuntarily as she swallowed hard.

"I'll have some too."

Alex shamelessly reached out for his money.

Snap!

Adam slapped the paper away and said with a faint smile, "I didn't prepare that much this time. I haven't eaten yet, but I'll definitely eat next time."

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. What's the big deal?"

Alex's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and left.

"Adam".

Meredith advised, "They're colleagues. Even if you don't like them, this isn't a good idea..."

"I don't like him."

Adam laughed and said, "Given his indifference to human life and his questionable academic level, the chances of him becoming my colleague are slim. Besides, I haven't eaten yet. I can't let myself go hungry because of him, can I?"

Alex isn't that shameless!

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