Go to the Red Zone and Get Dr. Duncan

New York.

The docks.

The cruise ship accident rescue site.

"Dr. Bailey, what should we do?"

Meredith looked at the shocking chaos, completely at a loss. "Where do we even start?"

Forget Meredith—even Dr. Bailey was momentarily stunned.

"I'm going to help Adam!"

Only Cristina remained coolly calm. Tossing out those words, her eyes lit up as she headed straight for the red zone to assist Adam with the most difficult, technically demanding emergency rescues for critically ill patients.

"Yang!"

Dr. Bailey finally snapped back to her senses and shouted at Cristina, who had already taken two steps away, "You are not allowed to go over there!"

"Why?"

Cristina stopped, calling back unhappily.

"Because they don't need you there."

Dr. Bailey glared at her. "Adam has enough help. We should focus more of our efforts on the yellow zone, where there are more patients and a severe shortage of medical staff!"

"But..."

Cristina wanted to argue further.

"No buts!"

Dr. Bailey shouted, "Remember, our primary purpose here is to rescue patients, not to let you practice your skills! The patients in the yellow zone need us more right now. That is an order!"

"Fine."

Helpless, Cristina could only drag her feet toward the yellow zone, glancing back at the red zone every few steps.

"Dr. Bailey, what about us?"

Meredith and George asked in unison.

"You two go as well. Remember the rules: triage properly, stay out of the emergency responders' way, and then save as many people as you can."

Dr. Bailey did not even look at them. After giving the instructions briskly, she rushed off to save people.

Meredith and George exchanged a glance, then could only grab their emergency kits and split up. Before long, police officers and firefighters came to them one after another, directing them