Flexible Neck

Medical Center.

The ward.

As Mr. Dean, the patient, uttered foul language, the shouts of the son of the beach echoed continuously.

Everyone smiled.

That energy and spirit!

Brain function is perfectly fine!

"Some people said before that it would be better to let him go. If you heard that, you would probably understand whether he really wants to leave or not."

Liz joked.

"When you encounter something like this, how can you leave without giving them a piece of your mind?"

Meredith laughed and said, "Perhaps it was this last bit of spirit that kept him going until the very end."

"This is the first time I've ever found swear words to sound so pleasant."

George murmured.

"That's normal."

Cristina said, "Because here, it is the sound of life, the language of the soul!"

Where is that bastard?

After a good venting session, Mr. Dean was calmed down and accepted Adam's further examination, but he still couldn't forget the man who drove off in a rage.

"He's still in the Operating Room waiting for his son to decide whether to save him."

Liz blurted it out.

Mr. Dean was stunned for a moment, then cursed angrily, "Serves him right! If you ask me, why did you even bother to harm his son! Even if he survived, he would spend the rest of his life in prison because I'm going to sue him for premeditated murder!"

On the highway, recklessly driving and constantly trying to chase and hit other vehicles, causing accidents, is indeed premeditated murder.

Adam didn't say much, but simply examined the object carefully, appearing unusually low-key.

A doctor's duty is to treat illnesses and save lives.

It's best to stay away from other things.

Because once you develop a bias, the probability of being hated and retaliated against by the opposing side is very high.

Even if it doesn't reach that level, there are too many things like this in hospitals.

It's a complete waste of time and energy to do this.

Render unto God the things that are God 'Caesar, and unto God the things that Caesar God's.

Was it premeditated murder?

The judge has the final say.

Didi.

Didi.

Liz picked up the pager on her waist, glanced at it, said something, and hurried away.

"Skati has decided to donate part of his liver to save his father."

Cristina followed them.

She is responsible for the perpetrator's wife.

Everyone dispersed, each with their own affairs to attend to.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Adam suddenly received a call from Rachel.

"Of course, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the child?"

When Rachel asked him to help her book an appointment with an Obstetrics and Gynecology -GYN for a check-up, and to keep it a secret from Leonard, Adam agreed and asked with concern.

According to standard procedure, Rachel should see her family doctor for a routine check-up.

Only if the family doctor feels they can't handle it will they suggest she go to a large hospital.

"It's nothing, nothing at all..."

On the other end of the phone, Rachel quickly explained, "It's just that those Obstetrics and Gynecology- GYNs weren't very friendly..."

"Come over now. Are you sure you can manage on your own? Okay, be careful. Call me when you get there."

After hanging up the phone, Adam's lips twitched slightly.

Are several Obstetrics and Gynecology doctors unfriendly?

AKA Rachel herself is not very friendly.

However, it's normal for pregnant women to be a little irritable.

Rachel arrived quickly.

I'm four months pregnant.

Her belly was slightly protruding.

Adam greeted him with a smile.

"Rachel."

"Adam".

When Rachel saw Adam, her eyes lit up, and she immediately opened her arms wide.

Adam had no choice but to hug her.

But then he realized something was wrong.

Rachel showed no sign of letting go, and there seemed to be some unusual sounds coming from her nose.

"Cough cough."

Adam coughed lightly and reminded her, "Okay, Rachel, don't crush the baby."

"It's okay, the doctor said to be careful..."

Rachel said something without thinking, and it was full of hidden meaning.

"..."

Adam's lips twitched.

He seemed to have guessed why those Obstetrics and Gynecology -GYNs were so unfriendly.

Seeing the awkward situation, Rachel still not letting go, Adam had no choice but to resort to his ultimate move.

"Rachel, if you keep hugging like this, Leonard will be here soon."

"Ah!"

Rachel was startled, quickly opened her eyes, let go of Adam, and looked around.

"What exactly happened?"

Adam asked.

"What? What happened?"

Rachel avoided eye contact.

"Are all the Obstetrics and Gynecology doctors unfriendly?"

Adam decided he needed to find out the details, otherwise it would be really embarrassing if something awkward happened after he introduced Rachel to the Obstetrics and Gynecology- GYN.

"Um..."

Rachel still wanted to cover it up.

But when she turned her head, Adam followed.

She turned her head away again, and Adam immediately followed.

After nearly twisting her neck, she finally succumbed to Adam's 360-degree flexible neck twisting that was always tracking her, and met Adam's gaze that urged her to be honest.

"Okay, I've said it. I'm four months pregnant, and lately I suddenly have a strong urge to..."

"Were all those Obstetrics and Gynecology doctors male?"

Adam interrupted.

"Yeah, they're all handsome male doctors~"

Rachel's eyes immediately became somewhat dazed.

"I understand, this is normal, it's due to a surge in hormones."

Adam was both amused and exasperated.

"Ha! You're a doctor, you can understand, right?"

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed, "Lately, everything I see feels like spring has arrived. Last weekend, I went to every store and sat on the laps of every mannequin dressed in a cartoon costume. Then I went to see Obstetrics and Gynecology OB-GYN, and I couldn't help but want to tune the piano with every one of them."

"And then they kicked you out, right?"

Adam laughed.

"Um."

Rachel said angrily, "Am I not attractive to them at all? How heartless!"

"You are a patient, or a pregnant woman, and they are doctors."

Adam said speechlessly, "What else do you want from them?"

"Alright, let's not talk about them anymore."

Rachel shook her head, reached out and took Adam's hand, looking at Adam with a suggestive smile, "So, how are you doing?"

"..."

Adam was certain that Rachel's hormones were completely out of control.

"Oops!"

Rachel cried out in pain, "Adam, what are you doing?"

"Let me wake you up! You're Rachel, not Joey!"

Adam brushed away Rachel's outstretched hand. "How can I recommend an Obstetrics and Gynecology -GYN to you if you're like this? I don't just feel safe with male doctors anymore, I feel unsafe with female doctors too."

"I didn't want to either."

Rachel didn't argue, but said aggrievedly, "It's all the hormones' fault! You're my best friend and a doctor, you should help me. Like Phoebe, even though she wasn't very reliable, she really took the initiative to do it."

What did she do?

Adam asked curiously.

"She found a 40-year-old scumbag and sent him to my apartment so I could 'treat him accordingly'."

"Rachel said."

"Then what?"

Adam was dumbfounded.

"Of course I kicked him out."

Rachel said irritably, "I don't even know him! And he's too ugly! I'm not that kind of woman! I'm not ready to have a boyfriend right now, and I don't want to."

All I want right now is a wonderful night, without any entanglements. As long as it's indescribable, I just want to be with the person I love, someone who knows how to maintain boundaries. It's that simple.

At this point, she stared at Adam: "So, Adam, I ask you, how are you doing?"

Adam: "..."