Medical Center.
"You're the devil!"
Mark desperately wanted to say that, but both brothers' lives rested in Adam's hands, so he could only force a bitter smile.
He was the kind of man who never abandoned or gave up on his own.
If his brother truly fell in battle, he would rather die alongside him.
"Dr. Duncan, the Operating Room is ready."
A nurse's reminder came from outside the door.
"Let's go."
Adam opened the door, lifted Mark onto a gurney, and headed for the Operating Room.
Mark immediately pulled the blanket over his face.
But news this explosive had already spread throughout the entire hospital.
At Adam's signal, the Anti-Mark Sloan Nurse Alliance had stopped deliberately targeting Mark, but it had not disbanded.
Now that they had heard this news, it was practically the best Thanksgiving gift imaginable.
"Who did it? That's so cool!"
"It had to be Grey!"
"Right! She broke one before too!"
"That was a tumor..."
"I'm just asking whether it broke or not."
"It broke..."
"But neither of the Grey sisters is here tonight."
"Maybe she snuck back in."
"Whoever did it, I just want to say: well done!"
"Agreed!"
"How do you think they managed it?"
"Don't think about it too hard, or you definitely won't have a boyfriend in the future."
"..."
The nurses gossiped away with great enthusiasm.
Over there.
Adam quickly finished the surgery.
It was only the tiniest of fractures.
If Mark had not made such a huge fuss, any Attending Physician on duty could have handled it easily.
The next day.
The moment Meredith arrived, she immediately sensed something was off.
Everyone was looking at her.
People in the distance pointed and whispered, their gazes strange.
Fortunately, she had been through plenty of battles herself.
One year as an