There Is No Such Thing as Peaceful Days

Medical Center.

Hospital room.

Shorty returned quickly.

Since they were going to have a proper physical examination, it was naturally better to find doctors of the same sex.

After handing them over to the female doctor, Shorty returned.

"Melendez, you're in charge of Ms. Boyd."

Adam had already treated Brooke's injuries. Taking the opportunity, he handed the attending duties over to Shorty, gave him a few instructions, and left.

Of the four interns, Shorty was the one Adam trusted the most at the moment.

Naturally, Adam entrusted this somewhat personal case to Shorty.

"How is she?"

The moment Adam arrived at Phoebe's room, Rachel asked nervously.

Everyone else looked over as well.

"Intracranial bleeding, but fortunately it was discovered in time, and the amount of bleeding wasn't significant. There shouldn't be any major problem."

Adam shot Phoebe, who was sneaking glances at him, an annoyed look. "It probably won't involve criminal charges, so certain people should count themselves lucky. You were way too brutal."

"Whatever!"

Phoebe, the boss lady, said stubbornly, "What was that supposed to be? I wasn't even serious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had the strength to keep struggling with me."

"I almost forgot."

Adam nodded mockingly. "Even if you went to prison, you'd still be the top dog there—grabbing a beauty by each ear and making them submit while shouting, 'We're your bitches.' So yeah, I suppose you really don't care."

"That's right."

Phoebe proudly pretended not to understand Adam's sarcasm.

Rachel, meanwhile, wordlessly rubbed her ears.

She remembered the time she and Monica had gotten into a fight. Phoebe had stood between them, completely unable to talk them down, so she had simply shouted, "The big sister is stepping in!"

Then she grabbed Monica by one ear and Rachel by the other, making them both cry,