Each Generation Surpasses the Last

Medical Center.

A new day had begun.

As soon as Adam arrived, The Four Interns surrounded him, eagerly awaiting instructions.

They had acted like this before.

But today, every one of them was especially enthusiastic.

"You all heard?"

Standing before the nurses' station, Adam flipped through the latest medical summaries before looking up at them.

"Yeah!"

They answered in unison.

"This is the first intern among you to be dismissed," Adam said with a smile. "But he definitely won't be the last. Now you understand that even writing charts and notifying patients about their conditions isn't so simple, right?"

"We understand!"

The four answered together again, but Lexie's voice was especially loud.

Because Adam had assigned her and Shorty the task of notifying patients about their conditions.

Shorty had always carried out Adam's orders to the letter.

She had not objected before.

Now, she was even less likely to object.

It was only the second rotation, yet one of the new interns had already been dismissed.

And for such a ridiculous yet terrifying reason.

The intern following Meredith, Norman, was already in his fifties. He had worked as a pharmacist for thirty years, but in his old age, he had suddenly decided he wanted to become a surgeon.

If you had a dream, you pursued it.

With all his savings and his years of experience in the medical field, he had smoothly completed medical school and become an intern.

But old age was ultimately different from youth.

The first issue was his obvious lack of stamina.

Young people might be able to tough out a thirty-six-hour shift.

After some rest, they could be full of energy again.

But how could someone in his fifties, accustomed to a leisurely life, endure this kind of sudden high-intensity workload?

Not to mention that