Medical Center.
As always, Adam's angels put on a performance that turned heads.
This time, even Cristina and Meredith felt immense pressure.
"Damn photographic memory!"
As everyone headed toward the second room, Cristina quietly complained to Meredith, "It's one thing for Adam to have it, but Little Grey has it too. That's such a cheat!"
Meredith remained silent.
The impact on her was a hundred times stronger than it was on Cristina.
In her eyes—
Ever since she was little, her father had chosen Lexie and abandoned her.
And now, the Chief of Surgery, who had always vaguely carried himself like a father figure, had first loudly berated her with harsh words.
Then he had treated Lexie so gently, admiring her so much.
It was like getting slapped across both cheeks at once.
"Meredith, are you okay?"
Only then did Cristina notice that something was wrong with her friend's mood.
"I'm fine."
Meredith shook her head.
Just as a certain professional who had recorded "up, up, bust-enhancing exercise" had said, lying and shutting oneself off were signs that the condition was worsening.
As a doctor, Cristina naturally knew that too.
But they were still making rounds, and the Chief of Surgery was watching them closely. She herself was also still under punishment, so she could only suppress her concern and focus on participating in the rounds first.
"Jack O'Bry, forty-seven, was admitted for an abdominal aortic aneurysm. His latest CT showed calcification, so I scheduled a CT angiogram to determine whether the aneurysm has worsened or remained stable."
Cristina delivered her report smoothly.
"Good work, Dr. Yang. Take him in after rounds."
Dr. Burke took the chart, gave it a glance, and nodded in satisfaction.
Aside from lacking the solid foundation of a renowned doctor, Cristina's medical skills truly rivaled