A Bid for the Nobel Prize in Medicine

Medical Center.

Operating Room.

"His body temperature is too low, and his internal organs are swollen. We need to transfer him to the Intensive Care Unit. Once we correct the acidosis and his condition stabilizes, we can operate."

Adam operated for a while before stopping and saying to everyone, "Perfect. We'll deal with the cuts and abrasions first."

"Leave it to me, Dr. Duncan."

Carter eagerly volunteered.

He knew suturing.

"Dr. Duncan, I want to practice my suturing skills too."

Lexie hurriedly chimed in.

"Then do it together. The grizzly used him as a chew toy. These wounds need 657 stitches. It's an odd number, so you two can compete and see whose fundamentals are more solid."

Adam smiled.

"Yes."

Carter and Lexie exchanged looks, both brimming with fighting spirit.

"Any other questions, Grey?"

Seeing Lexie raise her hand, Adam glanced at her.

"Dr. Duncan, can you really tell at a glance how many stitches are needed?"

Lexie asked incredulously.

"The wounds are right there. A little mental math is all it takes."

Adam gave a reserved smile. "Of course, the 657 stitches I mentioned are based on your suturing habits. You can count them afterward and see whether I was right."

"Dr. Duncan is definitely right."

Nurse Know-It-All could not help laughing. "Everyone knows Dr. Duncan is great at math, so don't cut corners just to win. If he says 657 stitches, then there must be at least 657—not one fewer."

"Of course."

Carter and Lexie quickly nodded, making it clear they would never cut corners.

The surgery was paused.

Adam stabilized Mr. Robinson's condition and sent him to the Intensive Care Unit, arranging for Carter and Lexie to suture the abrasions and cuts while keeping watch over him.

He then went to see Mr. Robinson's younger brother—The fool