Major Accident

It was in the early hours of the morning.

I left the hospital.

Adam drove to New Jersey.

Ten minutes later.

Didi.

Didi.

Adam's pager went off.

A dragon's tail sweep.

Adam immediately turned back to the Medical Center.

The code name 911 indicates an extreme emergency.

At this time, the fact that this paging code could be sent to an intern who had already finished get off work suggests that a major accident has occurred and there is an urgent need for personnel.

The kind where all hospital staff are mobilized.

Adam involuntarily floored the accelerator.

Major accidents mean a large number of injured people.

That's all fate!

They are the injured party.

It's his too.

Six minutes later.

Adam rushed to the Medical Center.

Cristina and the others have arrived.

Meredith, drunk, stood there leaning against the wall.

Judging from the situation, he probably finished drinking at Joe's Bar across the street and came straight here.

They were all wearing surgical gowns there.

"What's going on?"

Adam also started putting on surgical gowns.

"A bastard was drunk and speeding late at night, trying to race a train. He crashed into it, killing himself instantly. The train also derailed. I heard there were more than 300 passengers on the train. The scene was horrific."

Cristina was always the first to find out the news.

"..."

Adam remained silent.

It's because of that drunken bastard who wouldn't have died if he hadn't courted death.

This was also out of excitement for Cristina.

Girls!

Indeed, a large wave of injured people will arrive soon.

In situations like these, interns can also demonstrate their skills without needing to curry favor with senior doctors.

But you should at least try to control your emotions.

People who don't know you might think you're an anti-human, anti-social psychopath.

"Cristina."

"I'm drunk, "Meredith the drunkard leaned against the wall, babbling incoherently.

They were clearly dissatisfied with Cristina's attitude.

"What?"

Cristina shrugged. "I'm a surgeon. I've been working for dozens of hours straight. The moment I heard this news, I was wide awake. It's good news for the injured. Don't tell me you don't feel the same way?"

George and the others immediately fell silent.

They were all the same, though they felt sad for the victims of those accidents.

But deep down, I still have a strong expectation for this situation.

They are not Adam; they don't have that kind of endurance.

They were indeed very distressed at that moment.

Because this allows them to work with more patients and improve their medical skills, suppressing human instincts is, to some extent, a good thing for those who are injured.

"Cough cough."

Adam coughed lightly and reminded them, "It's good for them that we're not sleepy, but it's another matter if we look excited. Cristina, you need to be careful not to let the injured person's family see us, otherwise we might not only be unable to perform the surgery, but we might also get shot. Don't challenge the nerves of the patients and their families."

Cristina's excitement vanished instantly.

She almost forgot about that.

Ta-da.

Ta-da.

Ta-da.

A series of rapid clicks of high heels on the ground immediately drew everyone's attention.

"What are you looking at?"

Dr. Bailey, dressed in a tight-fitting dress, appeared before everyone in an unusual outfit, rolling her eyes at their surprised looks.

"It's already past midnight, does Dr. Bailey still have a date?"

George and the others lowered their heads and shook their heads, not daring to speak, but Adam smiled and added a comment.

"Today is my tenth wedding anniversary. I got off work too late, so I have to postpone the celebration until the early hours of the morning. Is that a problem?"

Dr. Bailey picked up a surgical gown and started putting it on as he spoke.

"Of course, no problem."

Adam laughed and said, "If every doctor were as disciplined and hardworking as Dr. Bailey, that would be great."

Cristina, George, Liz: "..."

Sycophant!

"Yes."

Cristina immediately agreed.

Meredith's drunken smile froze.

She felt offended.

"Stop talking nonsense."

A fleeting smile played on Dr. Bailey's lips as he instructed, "Get ready quickly, we'll be busy soon."

Then she noticed Meredith's drunken state and frowned. "Who else has been drinking?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Fortunately."

Dr. Bailey muttered a complaint and said to Meredith, "Grey, stay here and don't touch the patients..."

"Then I might as well just go home."

The drunkard Meredith, emboldened by alcohol, swayed and wore an ambiguous smile.

"You wish."

Dr. Bailey scoffed, "Do you think this round of emergency treatment can be handled without several shifts of continuous work? Unless you've downed several bottles of alcohol, go get an IV drip of vitamins right now, and you'll be sober without a hangover in a few hours. Then get to work immediately! Go home? Ha!"

Adam and the others laughed.

"The others follow me and wait to be assigned patients."

Dr. Bailey glanced at everyone, his gaze settling on Adam: "Adam, you'll make your own arrangements and take on more responsibility."

"Yes, Dr. Bailey."

Adam nodded.

The group followed Dr. Bailey and quickly entered the emergency room.

The entire emergency room was in chaos, packed with people.

And a steady stream of patients were being pushed in from outside by medical staff.

"There's a pregnant woman in her late pregnancy with burns here, Dr. Bailey, I need help."

Dr. Shepherd's wife, Dr. Montgomery, greeted him.

Cristina, George, Liz all raised their hands.

Although they are all Meredith's friends, they should despise Meredith's rival, Dr. Montgomery.

But the cases are too tempting.

"Liz!"

Dr. Bailey looked around and selected Liz.

Adam was already straddling a stretcher, resuscitating a patient covered in blood and with weak vital signs, who was being pushed into the ward by medical staff.

This is a critically ill patient who could die at any moment if no emergency treatment is given.

After he brought the patient back to life, he didn't even have time to check the system notification of +0.01. He immediately ignored the system notification and threw himself into the next rescue effort.

Tonight will be a sleepless night.

During that time, he saw an extremely rare case.

A man and a woman, facing each other, were pushed in by medical staff while sitting on a gurney, chatting and laughing.

Adam was tempted, but he had just taken on another critical case and could only watch them leave.

The movie screening room.

Dr. Burke and Dr. Shepherd were summoned by Dr. Bailey to jointly examine the man and woman who were connected by steel pipes.

"...If we move the steel pipe, they might all die. We can only remove one patient from the steel pipe first, then use a hacksaw to cut the steel pipe, slowly remove the patient while quickly treating the wound. Maybe we can save one."

"Whom to save? And whom to abandon?"

"She was injured on a major artery, and her chances of survival were slim. If we move her, the chances of saving her will be much greater."

"But she was still telling jokes."

Meredith, who was on an IV drip of vitamins, couldn't help but interject, "We can't just give up on her like this."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Dr. Shepherd.

She's waiting for him at Joe's Bar tonight, demanding an explanation.

Rather than saying she was thinking about saving that poor woman, it would be more accurate to say she was talking about herself.

Dr. Shepherd, seeing Meredith looking at him like that, changed the subject. "Her injuries are more serious. Perhaps we should move him and try to save both of them."

"That's impossible; doing so would only result in neither of them being saved."

Dr. Burke countered, "Her internal organs and arteries are currently blocked by steel pipes. Once they are removed, no one can save her in such a short time."

"Uncertain."

Meredith exclaimed, "Adam might be able to do it!"

Everyone was stunned.