Medical Center.
Beth and Jamie, the pair of star-crossed lovers, had finally avoided the fate of the other members of their support group under Adam's care. Both had survived.
They were also the only two survivors in the group.
Fate could be truly wondrous sometimes.
The daily MRI scans clearly showed the tumors shrinking.
After making an estimate, Adam determined that in another twenty-three days, the tumors could be surgically removed.
The Four Interns took turns caring for them and recording the data.
As his reputation continued to grow,
some so-called members of high society no longer minded that he was merely a resident and began approaching him for treatment on their own initiative.
Adam was not particularly pleased about it.
These self-proclaimed high-society people wanted to come to him over every trivial ailment.
Some even wanted him to make house calls.
Adam refused every one of them without hesitation.
He had become a doctor to treat illnesses, save lives, and extend Lifespan—not to become the private physician of those so-called high-society people.
Besides, once he took off his white coat, no one standing before him counted as high society.
After being taught a few lessons, those people who cared so much about appearances no longer dared to put on airs.
If they truly had a problem, they would come to the hospital themselves and request Adam as their doctor.
As for those who came looking for him, Adam judged according to their condition.
And the best part was that he was a surgeon.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, few people were willing to go under the knife.
And if surgery was truly needed, it meant the condition was serious enough.
If he had been in internal medicine instead, people would have come seeking treatment for every tiny discomfort.
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