Medical Center.
Operating Room.
Dr. Campbell was fixing her mistake.
This was also the endpoint that had made her decide to end her forty-year surgical career.
"Dr. Duncan, teach her."
After delivering a round of sarcastic mockery, Dr. Campbell ultimately did not throw Cristina out of the Operating Room. She merely looked at Adam.
"I would perform a pulmonary arteriotomy, directly visualize the clot, and remove it with atraumatic forceps..."
Adam first gave the most standard approach, then proposed several new methods he had just come up with.
Each one corresponded to a different set of circumstances.
"..."
Dr. Campbell was left speechless as well.
After a long while.
"I'm old..."
Dr. Campbell sighed deeply. "This world really does belong to you young people. It seems I truly should retire."
"The medical field still needs experienced sages like Dr. Campbell to guide and protect it," Adam said with a smile, trying to comfort her. "If Dr. Campbell became a full-time professor and passed on her invaluable experience and knowledge to medical students, perhaps that could be a new beginning as well."
"Heh."
Dr. Campbell shook her head with a smile. "Forget it. I can't even be bothered to teach these clumsy yet arrogantly self-important residents in the hospital, much less those rookies who know nothing.
My destiny lies in this Operating Room.
For forty years.
In this Operating Room, with a scalpel in my hand, I was god.
And the first female god at that!
Other than the Operating Room and my scalpel, I have nothing.
And I ask for nothing else.
These past years, as I gradually became unable to operate anymore, what was left?
My glory and dignity faded away.
Any little resident dared to mock the old fossil behind my back, and openly challenge my teaching to