The Advantage Was His

The ward.

"I'm sorry, Adam."

Qiao looked apologetic. "I didn't want to either, but I really can't afford so many surgery fees."

"I understand."

Adam nodded, then turned and left.

Cristina caught up with him. "You really understand? We argued and argued, only to be defeated by that super-rich second-generation with money. Aren't you angry?"

"Of course I'm angry."

Adam said coldly, "Understanding is one thing, but it doesn't mean I accept it."

If it weren't for him, Joe would have been hit and killed by the pizza delivery guy who went crazy last night. How would he have had the chance to receive a donation from the super-rich second-generation Murphy and have his medical expenses reimbursed?

Qiao Ming knew that Adam cared a lot about this surgery, and even competed with Cristina for it, and directly contradicted the acting Chief of Surgery Dr. Burke.

But he didn't inform Adam at all beforehand.

Adam, who had the advantage, was directly overwhelmed by the dragon.

This is not something that can be forgiven with a simple "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

What do you want to do?

Cristina's gossip-loving spirit is burning brightly.

"Do nothing."

Adam said expressionlessly, "Joe is a patient and has the right to choose his doctor. What can I do?"

I don't believe it.

Cristina shook her head and said, "Murphy is a super-rich second-generation, and you're a super-rich self-made man. I don't believe you can tolerate this."

"You're not going to make me compete with Murphy in terms of wealth, are you?"

Adam looked at her like she was a fool.

"No."

Cristina paused for a moment. "But I always felt that you weren't a very good-tempered person. You would definitely retaliate, right?"

"Have you sorted things out between you and Dr. Burke?"

Adam didn't answer; instead, he asked a question.

Even if he's very angry and tries his best to calm down, he won't make a scene that the whole hospital knows.

That was impotent rage.

Only a fool would do that.

A wise person needs to be shrewd and calculating.

Cristina's face darkened, and she turned and left.

Although she was angry when Dr. Burke changed his tune, she could understand.

After all, Adam was right.

But she still went to Dr. Burke's office, demanding an explanation.

Normally, a rational woman like her wouldn't do this.

But is this a normal time?

She had just detonated the bomb that Burke had planted that almost killed her.

With her hormones all out of whack, she just had to let loose a little, right?

"You're going to teach me how to do things?"

But Dr. Burke's rhetorical question left her speechless.

Then something even more frustrating happened to her.

After Dr. Burke's expression softened, he started talking to her about their relationship.

At first, she didn't realize what was happening. It wasn't until an awkward silence that she understood that Dr. Burke, for the sake of his career and the position of Chief of Surgery, was determined to cut ties with her completely.

AKA got dumped.

Her current composure is all a facade; it will crumble at the slightest touch from Adam.

Afternoon.

Observation Operating Room.

Adam sat in the observation seat, Jingjing watching the Operating Room.

The interns around him would steal glances at him from time to time, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.

Clearly, they all knew that Adam had been attacked by a dragon.

He finally had a chance to vent his usual envy, jealousy and resentment towards Adam.

"Joe is really lucky."

"Once you're all better, let's have Joe treat us to drinks, all free of charge, how about that?"

"Don't get your hopes up, it's impossible."

"Is there anyone at the Medical Center who doesn't know Joe?"

"He ran a bar across from the hospital for 14 years, and everyone has a story with Joe."

Nazui Dr. Bailey, who had just entered, glanced at the person who had spoken.

George noticed that look and couldn't help but gossip, "Dr. Bailey, do you know Joe too?"

"Know."

Nazui Dr. Bailey looked at Joe, who was arranged in a star-shaped pattern in the Operating Room below. "Back then, I was the only female intern in our batch. I didn't know anyone, but no one knew me except Joe. He knew me."

So, you and Joe?

Everyone looked over, and then George asked what everyone was thinking.

Nazui Dr. Bailey noticed the gazes of the crowd, turned around, glanced at everyone, and sneered, "All you people think about is that kind of thing, that's why you got Charm Poison! If you put your minds to your work, you wouldn't be stuck here watching every time."

"No matter how well you do, you'll still be pushed out here to watch."

Someone muttered to themselves.

"Hahaha."

Everyone immediately looked at Adam, who was sitting there calmly, and burst into joyful laughter.

"Laugh all you can do now, that's all you can laugh about."

Nazui Dr. Bailey glanced at Adam: "The one who laughs the most, the one who laughs last, that's true skill. I have a partial colectomy coming up and I need the best interns. Dr. Duncan, are you interested?"

"Certainly."

Adam was taken aback.

"Very good."

Nazui Dr. Bailey looked into the Operating Room and nodded.

George looked at Adam with envy.

The other interns also stopped laughing.

Dr. Bailey was known as the Nazi because of both her rigorous style and her skill and prestige.

Although she also ignored Adam and gave priority to the interns under her command.

But Adam had a very good impression of her.

Because, just as she mocked George and the others, saying, "You should work hard to improve your medical skills and stop thinking about low-level methods," she practiced what she preached.

She takes care of her interns, cares about patients' needs, treats her superiors with respect and humility, and quietly improves her skills.

Neither adding to someone's glory nor kicking someone when they're down.

Now it's like providing timely help, even though Adam hasn't reached that point yet.

To borrow a phrase from Shuren Zhou: She has a warm heart.

It is only natural that someone like her would have such prestige.

Adam's anger, which had been building up because of Joe and Murphy's mess, dissipated somewhat in this warm atmosphere filled with humanity.

Um.

It's just some.

This kind of troublesome situation, where a dragon suddenly jumps out and attacks your face, is something that Adam can't just let go of unless he fights back like Master Xing.

Your mind is not clear!

Operating Room.

"..."

"Cool down the body?"

"Lower body temperature and keep tissues active before blood perfusion."

The Operating Room was too cold, Steven Murphy shivered as he answered Dr. Burke's pre-operative questions.

"Body temperature 60 degrees Fahrenheit."

The nurse reminded her.

"Okay, time to die has come."

Dr. Burke stepped forward and clamped the external blood vessel with a clip.

"Heart stopped beating."

The nurse reminded her.

"We only have 45 minutes. Start the timer."

"Dr. Shepherd gave the instructions."

The nurse immediately pressed the timer.

Steven Murphy then looked up at Adam in the spectator stands.

The two exchanged a glance.

Adam understood his thoughts.

This is a declaration of war.

Murphy used to be arrogant and wanted fair competition.

So whether it was the four years of medical school or the first two months of hospital internship, Adam was always the best.

Murphy suddenly realized that his greatest asset was not his intelligence or learning ability, but his status as the only son of a pharmaceutical tycoon.

In terms of intelligence and learning ability, he will never be as good as Adam.

Compared to others.

Um.

The advantage lies with him!

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