Leaving aside Meredith's hundred-odd wild fantasies.
After Devil Sadie, no one else had the poor judgment to crowd around Adam.
They were all respectable people.
If your professional skills were lacking, then in front of people who valued professional skill, you would feel like you were sitting on pins and needles.
Even if they wanted to be undignified, a few questions would help them regain their dignity.
Adam was in a very good mood.
Thank Hades!
Cinderella's condition had remained relatively stable.
Though the immune serum had inevitably eroded the tissue surrounding the tumor to a certain extent.
Under Paige's calculations, however, the degree of erosion had been minimized as much as possible.
She had symptoms such as headaches and nausea, but they were all mild.
The only thing that worried Adam was the state of Cinderella's Prince Charming.
A fairy-tale romance was beautiful.
But it was spotless and pure.
Now that more worldly elements had entered the picture, compounded by time.
Adam was rather worried about Prince Charming's state.
How much of the romance in his heart had faded?
That's right!
Adam was certain that over more than twenty days in the hospital, amid the dust of reality, that romance had definitely faded considerably.
Ordinary dust would have been fine.
But if it was volcanic ash filling the sky after an eruption... Prince Charming would instantly turn into a gray rhino.
Adam only hoped his romance could hold out until Cinderella's tumor resection was complete.
Otherwise, if it affected Cinderella's state of mind and in turn affected her condition, then Adam... swore he would never believe in fairy tales again!
Time came to Thanksgiving.
Cinderella's tumor had shrunk as expected, and surgery could proceed.
Adam took Paige into the Operating Room once again.
This time.
Adam did not chant