This Isn't Plastic Surgery, This Is a Slap in the Face!

Medical Center.

Elevator entrance.

"This is not your fault..."

Mark Sloan reached out to take a picture of Dr. Shepherd, but was simply walked away.

Dr. Shepherd said nothing and slipped away, leaving Mark's hand frozen in mid-air.

"Dr. Sloan."

Liz then walked over and called out.

"What?"

Mark frowned.

Being refused reconciliation by his best friend really upset him.

"Jack's Lion Syndrome Plastic Surgery..."

Liz reminded her.

"Oh."

Mark paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand. Go and make the preparations. I will get the family's consent to have Jack undergo Plastic Surgery so that he can appear at the funeral with a better appearance."

"No."

Liz smiled wryly, "Dr. Duncan has obtained Jack's parents' consent and performed Plastic Surgery on Jack."

"What?!"

Mark's expression changed. "Nonsense! Where are they?"

"The morgue."

Liz led Mark over there, reminding him as they walked, "Dr. Duncan did a good job. Once you confirm, we can notify the family to come and see him."

"Plastic Surgery isn't that simple..."

Mark walked into the morgue with a cold face, and then saw Adam smiling and gesturing to him. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he caught a glimpse of Jack lying on the morgue table.

These words were immediately swallowed back down his throat.

At this point, Jack looked exactly like the sketch Adam had drawn before.

The stitches, so fine they were almost invisible, made his scalp tingle.

After the immense impact of seeing Adam's sketch, the apprehension he was unwilling to admit, which had flashed through his mind, now truly surfaced in his mind.

This child is terrifying!

Is he really an intern?

At that moment, he understood how others had felt about him back then.

"Dr. Sloan, please give me some guidance."

Adam smiled and said, "This is also my first time performing Plastic Surgery. Although it's easier to deal with the deceased, there are bound to be shortcomings. You are an expert in this field, so please teach us more so that Jack can appear in front of his parents in the most perfect form and comfort the living."

"..."

Both Liz and Cristina's lips twitched.

This was the first time they had ever seen Adam so aggressive.

However, seeing the East Coast Renowned Plastic Surgeon Mark Sloan's dark expression and speechless expression, they couldn't help but put themselves in the shoes of the interns.

Then I couldn't help but secretly exclaim to myself, "That felt great! Well done!"

"Not bad..."

Mark Sloan suppressed his frustration, repeatedly composed himself, and genuinely began to question and criticize as a mentor.

He still didn't believe it.

He's a top plastic surgeon on the East Coast, and he can't even stump an intern?

Then his face darkened even more.

This case posed no challenge for Adam, whether in theory or practice.

"Dr. Sloan, is there anything else you would like to advise?"

Adam smiled and said, "If not, then we'll go and call Jack's parents over."

"That's fine then."

Mark said one sentence and left.

He simply couldn't find fault with Adam.

Staying here would only bring shame upon oneself.

"Adam Duncan, I'll remember you."

Mark stopped at the door and turned back to give Adam a deep look.

"Dr. Sloan, you taught me a very memorable lesson today as well."

Adam responded with a smile.

After Mark left.

"OMG!"

Liz exclaimed, "Adam, you actually beat a top doctor, and in plastic surgery no less! That's incredible!"

"Just a single case."

Adam humbly waved his hand. "If we extend this to the entire field of plastic surgery, I'm certainly not confident I can win an argument with him. I still need to work harder."

"Come on!"

Liz exclaimed speechlessly, "Of course I know that! No, you actually had that idea? You actually thought you could beat him in the entire field of plastic surgery?"

"You should always have dreams."

Adam smiled and said, "What if it works? Besides, it doesn't seem that difficult, does it?"

Liz felt that Adam's smile was so infuriating at that moment, and she instinctively understood what the 'Versailles smile' meant.

"Adam, something's not right with you."

Cristina remained calm, stroking her chin as she looked at Adam.

"How so?"

Adam looked at her.

You are usually very humble.

Cristina analyzed, "Even when Dr. Bailey, a resident, criticizes you, you listen obediently. Why are you directly confronting an Attending Physician, a famous one at that? This is completely unlike your style."

"I want to be humble too."

Adam shrugged and said, "But he doesn't give me a chance. Well, Dr. Bailey doesn't target individuals, but I feel like he's targeting and making things difficult for me."

Most importantly, I don't like him as a person!

"Oh!"

Cristina pouted and said, "I never realized you were such a sentimental person."

"I see."

Liz suddenly realized. "Sex repels like! You and Dr. Sloan are both Playboy, so you don't get along, just like you and Alex did back then."

"That's true."

Cristina's eyes lit up. "Many times, people see themselves in the people they hate. Adam is a Playboy, and Mark is obviously one too, and he's even more outrageous, having an affair with his best friend's wife."

Adam, are you worried that you'll end up like that someday?

"I would never do something so despicable. Believe me, I've had this opportunity many times, but I've never succumbed to my hormones."

Adam shook his head and laughed, "I know better than you what I can and cannot do."

Are you afraid of becoming like him?

Hehe!

I have never worried about such things.

Self-destructive tendencies and pathological psychology are just as ridiculous as committing crimes while drunk.

If someone is truly drunk, they are already incapacitated; how could they possibly be capable of committing a crime?

If you really have self-destructive tendencies, why don't you find a place to destroy yourself instead of enjoying yourself while ruining your best friend's life?

They're all just excuses!

I didn't want to talk about his character or anything like that. We just wanted to get along peacefully and learn a few skills from him in a very professional way.

But he specifically targeted me personally, going back on his word and getting rich quick.

Anyway, I don't plan to become a plastic surgeon in the future, and he's not a doctor here. Once he leaves, everything will be ashes to ashes, and I probably won't see him again. I can't keep dwelling on this trivial matter, can I?

He's not Sheldon, who can keep a blacklist for decades from childhood and never forget it.

Adam would take care of anything that could be easily dealt with.

Sheldon is incompetent.

Adam had it!

"..."

Liz and Cristina were speechless.

Why do you remember this?

Didn't you say you didn't care?

And you still say you're not petty!

"Alright, let's go call Jack's parents over."

Adam ended the conversation.

"He looked... very handsome, very calm..."

Jack's mother reached out and stroked Jack's face, which was no longer ugly after plastic surgery, and said with emotion.

Jack's father put his arm around his wife and thanked Adam and the other two repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Adam smiled.