Medical Center.
Before Cristina could comfort her best friend,
the Chief of Surgery's third blow landed on her.
Operating Room.
The Chief of Surgery and Dr. Dixon were operating together with Cristina.
"I see a tear in the renal artery."
As the Chief of Surgery operated, she asked, "Yang, are you familiar with single-layer vascular suturing?"
"Yes, sir, of course."
Cristina answered confidently.
"Her blood pressure is still dropping."
"Give the maximum dose of epinephrine. Keep transfusing."
"Suture it here, Yang!"
the Chief of Surgery ordered.
"Yang, how's it going over there?"
"I can't do it. It just won't close."
Cristina panicked. "It tore open here."
"Damn it, Yang, move aside!"
the Chief of Surgery snapped. "Didn't you say you'd sutured this kind of wound before?"
"I have. Hundreds of times."
Cristina was bewildered.
"On the heart."
Dr. Dixon, who was handling the heart on the other side, glanced at Cristina.
"...Right."
Cristina froze.
"Your forceps damaged the tissue."
Dr. Dixon looked away and studied the wound. "You're handling the intestines incorrectly. You're too focused on the heart, and that's good.
But the blood from the heart flows throughout the entire body. Only after mastering comprehensive General Surgery knowledge are you qualified to specialize in the heart.
Your foundational General Surgery knowledge is inadequate.
As you are now, you're not qualified to focus solely on the heart."
Cristina had no reply.
Adam had said similar things more than once.
Though she had spent time on surgeries beyond the heart to strengthen her foundations, she had never truly taken them to heart.
Focused on cardiothoracic surgery, and with a top expert like Dr. Burke as her fiancé devoting himself to training her, she had already become quite capable in Cardiothoracic Surgery procedures.
All she needed was to lead her first cardiothoracic