Medical Center.
Dermatology Department.
After intern Dr. Peiman revealed her identity and the benefits she enjoyed.
Meredith was first stunned speechless, then laughed.
Fake. Fake. It was all fake!
How could that possibly be?
"Did Adam tell you to do this?"
Meredith shook her head with a smile.
"Dr. Duncan?"
The blonde beauty, Dr. Peiman, froze, then said delightedly, "He did come by before. I even took a picture with him."
She then picked up the framed photo on the desk and showed it to Meredith, looking at her expectantly.
"What did you say about Dr. Duncan? What does he want us to do? Anything! Just say the word!"
"..."
Meredith looked at the photo, which was clearly not a private picture but a group photo with Adam, and felt a little disdainful toward women like her.
It was just Adam.
Was that really necessary?
No matter what, there was no chance. Surely no one still fantasized about winning Adam over, right?
No way, right?
"When did Adam come here?"
Meredith began fishing for information.
She would use the other woman's own words to expose the lie.
"A long time ago."
The blonde beauty, Dr. Peiman, looked nostalgic. "It was last year. One of his friend's relatives had cancer, so he brought his friend over to visit our department.
That friend of his was hilarious.
He loved washing his hands even more than we Dermatology Department doctors did.
He kept asking whether we had washed our hands.
Whenever someone wanted to shake hands with him, he would keep raising his hand to shoulder height, unwilling to shake hands with anyone."
"That was Dr. Sheldon Cooper."
Meredith immediately knew who this amusing person was.
It couldn't be helped.
Anyone who had ever met Sheldon, no matter who they were, would leave