We Are Concerned About This!

Medical Center.

Outside the VIP ward.

Mark Sloan, the renowned attending in plastic surgery, was being mercilessly mocked by everyone.

Adam was merely striking back in self-defense.

Dr. Montgomery simply couldn't stand the sight of a scumbag.

Dr. Shepherd was still looking at Mark Sloan with green eyes.

As for Dr. Burke, he was merely suppressing a competitor as a matter of course.

Beep beep.

Beep beep.

Adam's pager went off.

"I'll be back in a bit."

Adam picked up his pager, glanced at it, smiled, said goodbye to everyone, and left.

It wasn't that he was about to compete with these attendings for the Chief's position. The page had come from the Chief.

And judging by the chairman of the board's mysterious manner and how excited all the attendings were, the Chief had probably called him over to take charge of the Chairman—a doctor without the title of attending, yet with the skills of a renowned attending.

"He's way too full of himself!"

Watching Adam's departing back, Mark Sloan complained, "No matter how capable he is, he's only just become a resident. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was already an attending. This is outrageous."

"Adam has the ability."

Dr. Montgomery sneered, "If you've got the guts, compete with him right now and see who has more right to speak: you, a famous senior attending, or him, a mere resident.

"Oh, I forgot!

"No matter what, Adam can't compare to you in plastic surgery.

"Because he'll never become a plastic surgeon."

"..."

Faced with his old lover's unrestrained ridicule, Mark Sloan could only fall silent.

So what if I said 'I love you' while still making the mistakes all men make? Did you really have to take it this far?

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