If You Can Still Smile, I Lose

Medical Center.

After lunch.

Hospital ward.

Adam took over the self-pitying Ouyang Feng from Cristina.

"Carter, you take charge of the bed."

After examining him, Adam handed the responsibility over to Carter, who was watching him eagerly. "If anything happens again, page me immediately!"

"Yes, Dr. Duncan!"

Carter immediately straightened up, his gaze resolute.

Being Adam's sidekick again felt fantastic.

Adam smiled at the sight.

For someone who, in his previous life, could only sit in the seat closest to the office door—and with his back to it—this mindset felt strangely familiar.

Although he needed to test whether he could farm Lifespan, Adam could not stay by Ouyang Feng's side all the time.

That would definitely invite criticism.

Even ordinary residents handed such minor matters over to interns, let alone Adam.

After leaving the ward.

Adam went to see the "future Madame Curie," intending to make rounds and check on the patient's postoperative condition.

The moment he reached the ward entrance, he saw through the window that the female patient was awake. She was looking at Lexie with pleading eyes, asking painfully about what had happened.

The surgery had been successful.

But her burns were severe. Almost her entire body was wrapped in bandages, with only most of her face exposed.

"How did I..."

"You were heating methamphetamine when the stove exploded."

Lexie looked at her sympathetically.

"Oh..."

Only then did the woman remember what had happened. She then asked with difficulty, "My..."

"Your husband and son are all right."

Lexie naturally understood what she wanted to ask and hurriedly said, "But your son became addicted after passively inhaling methamphetamine. He suffered a stroke during an episode earlier and just had surgery. The operation went very smoothly.

"Your husband was taken away by the police. I think they'll come to