Adam: Care to Give Some Pointers?

Medical Center.

Observation Room.

Adam came in and sat down next to Meredith and George.

Has it started?

Adam said casually.

"It's about to begin."

Meredith glanced at Adam: "You actually got beaten by Liz?"

"Isn't that normal?"

Adam looked down at the two groups of people downstairs who weren't exchanging much words and laughed, "No one can win forever. In fact, if you hadn't been there, we wouldn't have had a chance at all."

"...What do you mean?"

Meredith felt offended.

"I'm praising you."

Adam said in a serious tone, "People are all about first impressions. You've been speaking up for Dr. Sloan all along, so if he chooses you, we really won't be surprised at all."

Didn't you see that George didn't even consider participating?

"I don't like him!"

George puffed out his cheeks.

Adam shrugged.

Meredith understood Adam's meaning, and immediately looked away, refusing to respond.

Because she knew why George disliked Mark Sloan.

But she couldn't give George what he wanted.

Especially after she saw her biological father again, who had been gone for more than ten years.

That possibility is completely eliminated.

George, who looks and has a lot of a resemblance to her biological father, is suitable as a friend or best confidant, but definitely not as a boyfriend—it's too awkward...

Observation Operating Room.

The surgery has officially begun.

The first procedure was naturally the Malignant Brain Tumor Resection.

Dr. Shepherd opened the patient's skull.

"Plate!"

"Damn it! Give me the sponge, and bring me another unit of blood!"

"There was a lot of blood."

"Connect to the infusion regulator."

"There is no pulse in the cephalic artery."

"Ventricular fibrillation!"

"Try using a CPR machine!"

"He's bleeding heavily, use a stun gun!"

As soon as Dr. Shepherd opened the skull, he discovered that the patient's brain condition was even worse than what the MRI scan showed, and he was immediately busy.

Dr. Sloan. Mark Sloan took over the defibrillator and, following Dr. Shepherd's instructions, administered shocks to the patient in an attempt to restore his heartbeat.

Unfortunately, the illness was too critical, and all efforts were in vain.

The Lion Syndrome Boy never even got to have the plastic surgery he wanted.

"Time of death: 10:23!"

Dr. Shepherd glanced at the time expressionlessly, pronounced the patient dead, and left the Operating Room immediately.

The same goes for Mark Sloan.

The Chief of Surgery in the Observation Room shook his head and left disappointed; he hadn't gotten the press conference he wanted.

The other medical staff also left one by one, leaving only Cristina and Liz to handle the aftermath.

Adam walked down and pushed open the door to the Operating Room.

"Cristina, Liz, would you be interested in getting Plastic Surgery together?"

"You mean..."

The two immediately looked at the Lion Syndrome Boy had already died on the operating table.

"Right."

Adam nodded. "Come with me to see his parents and try to get their consent so we can have the surgery together?"

"Why not see Dr. Sloan?"

Liz hesitated, then said, "He's the most suitable candidate..."

She couldn't continue, because she saw Cristina giving her a meaningful look.

"This is a minor task that even an embalmer can handle, so there's no need for a top-notch Renowned Plastic Surgeon like him to bother."

Adam said calmly, "Can't the three of us handle this? Don't worry, after we're done, if you're still concerned, you can call Dr. Sloan over to take a look and give us some pointers."

"All right."

Liz nodded with a wry smile.

Okay.

Cristina was absolutely right.

Adam was petty.

Having just suffered a little bit of injustice, the moment an opportunity arises, the urge to retaliate is overwhelming.

What kind of guidance?

This is clearly just showing off skills!

His actions spoke volumes to Dr. Sloan, who had rejected him. "Are the best plastic surgeons on the East Coast so great? Is plastic surgery for Lion Syndrome really that difficult? It's nothing special!"

After learning more about how petty Adam was, Liz had no other thoughts.

Let's do it.

Anyway, it's already like this.

They pretended to be morticians.

Even if something is wrong, it can still be fixed.

She was also very curious whether Cristina's previous analysis was true.

Did Dr. Sloan really choose Adam because he was wary of her talent?

Emmm.

After Adam finishes, she will go find Dr. Sloan to take a look. She will keep a close eye on his expression and perhaps she can get the answer.

Adam and his two companions went over and found the patient's parents, who were grieving there after receiving the news, and told them what had happened.

Thanks to the sketch Adam drew, the patient's parents felt that their child passed away in blissful anticipation. They were very grateful to Adam and signed the consent form without saying much.

They also wanted to show more people at Jack's funeral what Jack should have been like.

"Okay, let's begin!"

Adam and the other two returned to the Operating Room, retrieved the surgical instruments needed for the plastic surgery, and pushed the dead Jack into the morgue.

Operating Room in hospitals are always in high demand; it's impossible to have a dead patient occupying Operating Room.

Therefore, Plastic Surgery can only be performed in the morgue.

But it's okay.

Since Life Support System are no longer needed, as long as the Plastic Surgery tools are complete, the procedure can be performed in the morgue without any problems.

That's how morticians work.

"Adam, are you really going to do it yourself?"

Liz couldn't help but ask another question.

What do you think?

Adam put on his gloves, glanced at her, and said, "After all that effort, were we just messing around?"

"But you've never done it before."

Liz hesitated, "Starting with the most complex Plastic Surgery? Isn't that a bit much?"

"Give it a try."

Adam laughed and said, "It's not as difficult as you think. I think I can do it."

"Alright, we've come this far, why think so much more?"

Cristina complained, "Don't you know Adam? Would he do something he's not sure about? Have you forgotten how he dared to block a critically ill patient from being admitted to the hospital because he had a bad feeling about it? It turned out that he was right. Can you imagine what would have happened to you?"

Are you really sure?

Liz looked at Adam speechlessly.

"I'm not 100% sure, but I'm about 95% sure."

Adam laughed and said, "I trust my hands and my brain. The worst that can happen is that I'll have to ask Dr. Sloan to save the day and get slapped in the face. There's nothing to worry about."

Is that alright now? Any other questions?

Liz shook her head.

"Scalpel!"

Adam reached out his hand.

Liz handed him the scalpel.

The three people underwent Plastic Surgery in the morgue.

Adam performed the surgery, Cristina assisted, Liz was the nurse.

P. S.: There will be one more chapter later.