The next day.
Medical Center.
Cafeteria.
"Still feeling down?"
Adam looked at the dejected Cristina in surprise. "Don't tell me Dr. Campbell really got under your skin?"
Cristina merely rolled her eyes at Adam without saying anything.
"She really got under your skin."
Adam sighed. "That wasn't easy."
But on second thought, it was hardly surprising.
After all, Cristina had even brought up her sorrowful past. Once those scars had been torn open, it was perfectly normal for Dr. Campbell's sharp tongue to break through her defenses.
"What's up with you, then?"
Adam looked at Meredith, who was not speaking up for her best friend.
"Nothing."
Meredith replied listlessly.
Adam nodded and said nothing more.
Seeing that Adam was not going to press her, Meredith held back and held back, but eventually could not resist asking, "Adam, do you support the death penalty?"
"Heh."
Adam immediately understood. "This is about that death row inmate who came in this morning?"
"Yeah."
Meredith said gloomily, "The chief had me, Cristina, Burke, and Derek treat him. He was in so much pain, so I suggested giving him a little more morphine.
Derek refused. He showed intense disgust toward the death row inmate.
And then he got mad at me too!"
"So did you give him more morphine?"
Adam went straight to the point.
"..."
Meredith froze. "We're doctors. We shouldn't neglect him just because he's on death row. That wouldn't be humane, and it would violate medical ethics."
"Did Dr. Shepherd give him less than the standard dose?"
Adam smiled.
"No..."
Meredith was at a loss for words. "But he was still in pain..."
"So?"
Adam sneered. "Ordinary people lie, addicts lie, but death row inmates are honorable men who mean every word they say?"
Meredith had no answer.
"Not convinced?"
Adam glanced