Medical Center.
Late at night.
Parking lot.
"We'll be going first."
Juno glanced at the blonde beauty, whose expression seemed off, then said with a smile. She gave Adam a look and left with Karen.
Adam's heart settled.
Because Juno's look had said: That's it? Are you kidding me? Did you make up an excuse just to have me help you hide these freebies throwing themselves at you from Heather?
Clearly.
Compared to Adam, Juno's first instinct about the blonde beauty was that she was a freebie.
That made Adam breathe a sigh of relief.
Because he trusted Juno's judgment more. She had no prejudice against blonde beauties, and her intuition was astonishingly sharp.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?"
After watching Juno and Karen leave, Adam turned to the blonde beauty with a smile.
"Sandra Plansky."
The blonde beauty mockingly introduced herself with a hint of displeasure. "A third-rate reporter from the Daily Bugle. I wonder whether the renowned Dr. Duncan could give me the chance to conduct an exclusive interview with you? I've been waiting here for you for three days."
"The Daily Bugle is a highly influential newspaper."
Adam smiled. "How could anyone who works there be a third-rate reporter? Sorry to have kept you waiting so long. You know how it is—the surgeries for the cruise ship accident victims only barely finished tonight. I haven't left the Operating Room for three days."
"How did the surgeries go?"
The young and innocent-looking Black Widow pulled out a shorthand notebook, looking as though she had entered work mode.
"We saved most of them."
Adam shook his head. "But some were still too severely injured..."
"That's truly regrettable."
Sandra asked, "Has the final death toll been confirmed?"
"As of now, eighty-seven."
Adam answered.
Sandra pressed him for a