Let Me Guess, Your Last Name Is Grey!

Medical Center.

The surgical interns were still taking their exam.

Adam had already returned to the Operating Room to continue operating.

The exam was simply too easy for him.

With this time, he could perform another surgery, save another person, and gain more Lifespan. That was obviously the better choice.

So not only did he not deliberately hold back his speed, he sped up instead.

But that also put immense pressure on the other surgical interns.

No one thought Adam was giving up outright.

They could only marvel internally that Adam was indeed Adam while remaining tightly wound.

Once today's exam was over and the results came out tomorrow, their year-long internship would officially end.

A year ago, Chief of Surgery Richard had brought them to the surgical practice room and lectured them.

"Eight of you will transfer to easier departments, five will crack under pressure, and two will be advised to leave. This is your starting line, your arena. Where you go from here depends entirely on yourselves."

Now, a year had passed.

The results were exactly as the Chief of Surgery had said.

Alex and Liz, that pair, had been the first to go. Because of all sorts of messy issues, they had neither healed the shadows of their childhoods nor taken seriously the patients they should have taken seriously. They became the two who were advised to leave.

Then came today's Certification Exam.

The five with the worst scores would be the five eliminated for failing to withstand the immense pressure during this year of internship and the final exam, whether they broke down willingly or unwillingly.

Then there were the eight who would transfer to easier departments.

The General Surgery Department had only three core specialties: general surgery, Cardiothoracic Surgery, and Neurosurgery.

Everything else—Neonatology, the Plastic