Medical Center.
The new physician training charter officially went into effect.
Island Nation-style superstar rounds began.
Except for Adam.
Every resident who had interns under them brought those interns along, following the Attending Physicians in a massive crowd as they marched down the hallways and poured into one patient room after another under the Chief of Surgery's watchful eye.
Although Adam did not join them,
he still assigned one intern each day to follow the main group.
Of the remaining three,
one handled the outpatient clinic.
One continued tracking the Malignant Glioma patients' conditions, as well as updating and screening the new application list.
The last one followed Adam around and worked in the ER.
The four of them rotated through the roles.
Since Adam handled everything and performed nearly every kind of surgery, the Four Interns effectively rotated through every department by following him.
Naturally, the Chief of Surgery had no reason to interfere with Adam's teaching.
In fact, after half a year of intensive internship training, the Four Interns under Adam had begun displaying abilities that made everyone take notice.
Especially after the new superstar rounds began.
Whichever one of the Four Interns came over to participate always delivered a dazzling performance.
Today, it was Lexie.
"Barry Patmore, sixty-three years old, has suffered severe pain for seven years. He has taken powerful anti-seizure drugs, antidepressants, and antipsychotics, all without any improvement."
Meredith introduced the patient's condition before dozens of people.
"Mr. Patmore, is your headache severe today?" Dr. Shepherd stepped forward to ask. "Rate it on a scale of one to ten."
"Eight."
Mr. Patmore looked lifelessly at the crowd. "It's always an eight. For seven years, not a single day without it."
"This is also Mr. Patmore's final consultation. The reason we recommend a Bilateral Cingulotomy..."
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