I'm Not Targeting Any of You

Medical Center.

Locker room.

"Adam, what do you mean by that?"

Meredith asked in confusion, "George is our friend. He's in this state now, and you still won't take him on as your intern?"

"Yeah."

Cristina teased, "Just thinking about how we'll have to supervise those rookies later gives me a headache. Having an experienced intern like George would be amazing. How about it, George? Come work under me instead?"

"Not a chance!"

George immediately shook his head. "I, George O'Malley, would rather quit than work under you, Cristina Yang."

"Oh, come on!"

Cristina had only been teasing, but when she heard George say that, her little eyes immediately narrowed at him.

"Enough, stop fooling around. Let's talk about the real issue."

Meredith smoothed things over and looked at Adam. "What exactly is going on?"

"Well..."

Adam hesitated. "You know I'm a man with ambitions..."

"Taking me on means you have no ambition?"

George's pale face darkened.

"I'm not targeting you."

Adam said sincerely, "But with the interns I take on this year, I'm planning to introduce a competitive system where the capable rise and the weak fall... Well, a genuine competition based on either talent or perseverance. So absolutely no intimate relationships with attending doctors beyond that of colleagues..."

Seeing Cristina and Meredith's faces darken as well, he explained sincerely once more, "I'm not targeting any of you. I just want to train a few real future renowned doctors."

Just as Adam had told Cristina before.

He was planning to compete for the Chief Resident position.

He had enough energy and ability to serve as this little Chief of Surgery, overseeing all the residents, helping them solve problems they could not handle, coordinating every surgery, and ensuring the entire surgical department ran smoothly.

In the process, he could rightfully