Career Setback, Romantic Success

The ward.

"A bovine valve? That's fantastic!"

Esther agreed without hesitation when she heard that she didn't need her second brother.

"Alright, it will take an hour for the bovine valve to arrive. We need to prepare for it to go into the Operating Room now."

Leonard laughed.

"Wait a moment."

Esther spoke again.

Adam's lips twitched.

He couldn't stand hearing that.

"Miss Friedman, is there any other question?"

Adam laughed professionally.

"One last question."

Esther rolled her eyes at Adam: "I can have the surgery, but before that, an Orthodox Judaism priest must pray for me."

"No problem."

Adam nodded in agreement and smiled at Leonard.

Leonard immediately understood.

Adam could easily book a wedding banquet at the Plaza Hotel, so finding Orthodox Judaism priest would be no problem for him.

Do whatever you want!

The lives of the rich are so simple, unpretentious, and boring.

Do you have a faith?

Seeing that Adam had resolved the priest's problem with a single phone call, Esther suddenly asked a question.

"I believe in science."

Adam smiled.

In the West, having no faith is viewed with more disdain than being a pagan.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When encountering these kinds of problems, I always follow the example of Sheldon and his colleagues, believing in science, which can save a lot of trouble.

After all, science has been established as a religion.

There's nothing wrong with believing in science.

"Your name is Adam, the first human being and the first man, whom God created in his own image from dust."

Esther gazed at Adam's face, murmuring absentmindedly, "But do you know what young people are like these days? My friends are always chasing after women and living a life of debauchery. You must be the same way, right?"

"We doctors are busy as dogs every day, how can we have time to be promiscuous and live a life of debauchery?"

Adam laughed.

I don't believe it.

Esther stared at Adam: "Someone like you doesn't need to spend time actively flirting with women. Those pretty nurses are practically staring at you like they want to devour you."

"Alright, time to go to the Operating Room."

Adam didn't want to continue the conversation.

She called herself Esther and also called out the origin of Adam's name.

It was clear that Esther was somewhat obsessed with his face.

Even if surgery wasn't imminent, he wouldn't flirt with patients.

Operating Room.

Esther lay on the operating table, and a priestess in surgical scrubs knelt before her, holding her hand and praying for her.

Adam stood on the other side.

An old-fashioned satellite TV was set up there, and Dr. Chesney from the Cleveland Clinic was already in place, ready to provide online guidance for bovine valve transplantation surgery.

The prayer is over.

Esther turned to look at Adam.

Adam smiled at her.

"Let's begin."

Leonard, as the lead surgeon, began issuing orders.

The anesthesiologist immediately placed an anesthetic mask on Esther's face, and the anesthetic gas was released, instantly anesthetizing Esther.

"She's ready."

The anesthesiologist reminded him.

"This is Dr. Chesney from the Cleveland Clinic. He is an expert in bovine valve transplantation and will assist us online via satellite TV."

Leonard briefed all the medical staff in the Operating Room on the situation.

Complex surgeries require a high level of teamwork. It is essential to ensure that everyone understands the surgical procedure beforehand and that each person performs their specific role.

Before Adam entered the Operating Room, Leonard asked him to repeat the surgical procedure and key points, as well as the response to any unexpected situations that might arise, to ensure that everything went smoothly.

"Thank you, doctor."

Leonard thanked Dr. Chesney, who was in Cleveland.

"First, we'll open the chest and begin cardiopulmonary bypass. We'll make a transverse incision in the left atrium to expose the valves..."

As Dr. Chesney gave his instructions, everyone began to move, centering on Leonard.

This time, Leonard took matters into his own hands.

Adam, as an assistant, cooperated throughout the process.

The surgery was a success.

"I'm alive?"

Esther, who had just regained consciousness, asked weakly.

"Certainly."

Adam laughed.

"My heart."

Esther laughed, "Is she hopping or mooing?"

That's quite humorous.

Adam couldn't help but chuckle, placing the stethoscope on her chest and inserting the receiver into her ear. "Anyway, it's not just whimpering."

"Hehe."

Esther listened to the steady, strong beating of her heart, she couldn't help but smile happily.

She was just a 17-year-old girl, her life had just begun, and even a fanatical believer wouldn't want to go to see God right away.

"Adam, do you have any Jewish friends?"

Esther laughed and laughed, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on Adam's face again.

"Have."

Adam's first thought was of the flamboyant Mr. Wolowitz. Howard Worowitz, whom he hadn't met yet.

Although both were Jewish, he broke every Jewish precept he could, and even married Bernadette, who came from a Catholicism family.

Just imagine, if Howard were to marry this woman, his life would be absolutely miserable.

The key point is that with Esther's tall stature, even without going berserk, Howard, dressed in oversized children's clothes, would be no match for her at all...

Next were Monica and Ross, who were also Jewish.

Ross's meticulousness with money is a perfect reflection of the Jewish people's shrewdness and calculating nature.

Are there Jewish girls?

Esther began to probe indirectly again.

"Yes, her name is Monica. We are very good friends. She married my best friend. They are a very happy couple."

Adam picked up the stethoscope and said, "Okay, you get some rest. I have other patients to take care of. See you tomorrow morning."

In the corridor.

Cristina and the others lay there again, trying to calm down after a long day of work.

Adam also stopped and chatted with them about his experience with the surgery that day.

As expected, Meredith underwent another neurosurgery by Dr. Shepherd.

Cristina was in charge of a 47-year-old patient who had never had children. She was now pregnant but was diagnosed with breast cancer and faced the difficult choice of saving either the mother or the baby.

Liz encounters a medium who suffers from epilepsy.

"Adam, do you think there are any people in the world who can truly communicate with spirits?"

"No."

Adam laughed and said, "Don't be fooled by him."

"Yeah, yeah, reading between the lines, interpreting people's body language and psychological activities, saying things that seem plausible, I know."

Liz hesitated, "But this Mr. Duff is really perceptive. He actually guessed the secret recipe for my mother's homemade cupcakes and accurately said that I was missing a spoonful of coconut extract."

He was just lucky.

Adam explained, "There are only so many ingredients for cupcakes. Someone like him must have traveled around a lot and seen a lot. It's quite possible that he could tell where you're from from your accent and that he's eaten a common cupcake from your area."

Is it so hard to tell from the cupcake smell on you that it's missing coconut flavor?

And if you guess wrong, you can just laugh it off; there's no real loss.

If you cast a wide net, you're bound to get a few predictions that are remarkably accurate, seemingly like psychics, but in reality, their methods are just the same ones you already know.

"So that's how it is."

Liz suddenly realized what was happening and felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

The unknown can bring fear.

At this moment, Alex walked over, his gaze sweeping over everyone, a smug smirk on his face.

"What's wrong with him this time?"

Adam asked curiously.

"I heard he hooked up with a beautiful young woman this afternoon."

Cristina said listlessly, "Unlucky at work, lucky in love."

"He still dares to seduce patients?"

Adam shook his head and said, "You've got some nerve."