Medical Center.
George's father's aortic valve replacement surgery was a success.
George, born in the Year of the Dog, instantly went from a frenzied state back to his former pale dough-ball self.
"...He'll need to be observed for the next two days. If everything looks good, we can begin the tumor resection."
Adam briefed George's mother, who had already arrived.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Duncan."
George's mother was deeply grateful.
Adam smiled and nodded, signaling for Shorty to continue managing the bed, then walked out of the room.
The moment he reached the corner, Cristina blocked his path.
"Hand it over."
Cristina held out her hand to Adam.
"What?"
Adam smiled.
"Don't play dumb."
Cristina's little eyes kept darting over Adam. "The Surgical Holy Grail—the shiny golden pager!"
"How did you know?"
Adam asked curiously.
"No one can fool me!"
Cristina smiled. "How could surgery have something this good without me?"
"Dr. Burke told you, didn't he?"
Adam hit the nail on the head.
"Who told me isn't important."
Cristina was too impatient to wait and reached toward Adam's body. "What matters is that you shouldn't have taken it. This is the Holy Grail that belongs to us to compete for!"
"Stop! You're engaged now. Don't get handsy—it looks bad."
Adam swatted away Cristina's wandering hand. "This is the Holy Grail that has long been passed down through the Medical Center's surgical department, the Holy Grail for first-year residents. Aren't I a first-year resident?"
"You don't count!"
Cristina didn't take the chance to press her advantage. Hands on her hips, she said, "You're such a freak. How are you anything like a first-year resident? No—how are you anything like a resident at all? So you can't seize our Holy Grail!"
"What are you talking about?"
Meredith noticed the commotion