The Next Day
Medical Center
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi."
Greetings echoed throughout the hall.
Most people looked cheerful.
Of course.
After a full day of rest, not only had they recovered from exhaustion, but they had also released some much-needed hormones. It was impossible not to be in high spirits.
Doctors were human, not machines.
Even machines needed lubrication from time to time…
"Adam, Dr. Shephard has a patient today who will likely require surgery. You should go and join the rounds."
Shirley blinked. "Dr. Bailey will be bringing her interns as well. Whether you can get the surgical opportunity depends entirely on you."
"Got it."
Adam accepted the challenge with enthusiasm.
He thrived on open competition like this.
#### In the Ward
Dr. Shephard, a neurosurgeon, was examining a patient. A crowd of interns surrounded him—some under Dr. Bailey's supervision, others from different attending physicians.
Each one looked eager, eyes burning with competitive spirit.
Christina shot Adam a provocative look.
Adam responded with a composed smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Lavange. This is Dr. Bailey and her team of outstanding interns."
Dr. Shephard finished his examination, glanced at the group, and introduced them to the patient.
"Welcome to hell, kids."
The patient, Edward Lavange, trembled uncontrollably, his limbs spasming as he struggled to move with the support of his daughter.
Adam's eyes narrowed.
He recognized that face. If this man were a few years older, sitting in a wheelchair with a drooping mouth, an IV drip hanging by his side—he would be the spitting image of that relentless Mexican cartel boss from Breaking Bad, the one with cockroach-like resilience.
That realization made Adam uneasy.
Family-based crime syndicates were always bad news.
Once entangled with them, trouble was inevitable.
"Who wants to present the case?"
Dr. Bailey spoke up.
"Edward Lavange, 63 years old, admitted for movement disorder and pain management. His condition stabilized last night, and the medication has been effective post-injection."
Christina answered immediately.
After speaking, she cast Adam a smug glance.
Adam understood.
Despite the mandatory day off, Christina had stayed at the hospital to get firsthand information on the patient.
"Liz, explain the treatment approach."
Unfortunately for Christina, Dr. Bailey directed the next question to someone else.
"For Parkinson's treatment?"
Liz hesitated. "Deep brain stimulation—"
"Not for Parkinson's, for spinal pain," Adam interjected. "The procedure involves an intrathecal catheter implantation, allowing direct medication delivery for long-term pain relief."
Dr. Shephard, who had been making intense eye contact with Meredith Grey, hoping she would answer, was caught off guard.
"...Dr. Shephard?"
Adam pretended not to notice and prompted him again.
"Very well."
Dr. Shephard's lips twitched, resigned. "This is Dr. Duncan. He will assist you with the surgery preparation and any necessary treatment."
Despite being the attending physician, Dr. Shephard had to abide by the "best candidate wins" rule.
Liz and the others looked disappointed.
Christina was clearly frustrated.
Meredith, on the other hand, could only smile bitterly.
In open competition like this, no amount of preparation could help if Adam was involved.
Even if she had discussed the case with Dr. Shephard last night in bed and had been fully prepared…
Adam would still beat her to it.
No matter how complex the case, Adam could instantly provide the correct treatment plan.
Even if Meredith had just revealed the answer outright, admitting she had prior knowledge, she still wouldn't have been fast enough.
Adam's speed was unmatched.
She couldn't even win while cheating!
What could she do but smile helplessly?
If she had done this, people would have suspected cheating immediately.
But when Adam did it, no one doubted his ability.
They just grumbled that he wasn't a real intern.
The gap between people could sometimes be that infuriating.
With Adam officially assigned as Lavange's primary resident, the others left.
Adam meticulously followed protocol, careful with every step, speaking only when necessary, and avoiding unnecessary actions.
Whether or not this man was indeed the ruthless crime boss from his memory didn't matter.
As long as he maintained professionalism and avoided personal entanglements, even if complications arose during surgery, it was unlikely the patient—if truly a dangerous man—would come after him.
This surgery was interesting. Adam wasn't about to give it up easily.
Even though his primary goal was to specialize in cardiothoracic surgery, he believed in mastering multiple disciplines.
Take that one guy, for example—he was proficient in every medical field.
(No mistake—this was exactly the overpowered trope found in all the best stories!)
Even House, M.D. didn't have a system. Yet, Dr. House was a specialist in infectious diseases and nephrology, with theoretical mastery across all fields. Otherwise, how could he diagnose complex cases?
He even had a surgical license and occasionally performed operations.
Master of both internal and surgical medicine.
If House wasn't secretly the protagonist of his own fictional universe, Adam wouldn't believe it.
And Adam did have a system.
With so many legendary figures as inspiration, why should he settle for being just a cardiothoracic surgeon?
The heart and brain were the body's most vital organs.
So, naturally, neurosurgery was also a field Adam planned to conquer.
With a neurosurgical case now in his hands, there was no way he'd let it go.
#### Morning Passed in a Blur
Adam spent it preparing for Mr. Lavange's surgery.
#### Noon—Hospital Cafeteria
"You again!"
Christina scowled.
"Why is it always you?!"
Liz and the others chimed in, complaining.
"Come on, guys."
Adam chuckled. "It's not like this is the only surgery. I heard Dr. Burke took on a fascinating case. If it were me, I'd be more interested in assisting with that massive tumor removal."
"Don't mention it!"
At those words, Christina became even more frustrated. "Alex was shameless!"
"Absolutely shameless!"
"Despicable!"
"He flirted his way into that surgery! Only Alex could stoop that low!"
George and the others joined in condemning him.
"What happened?"
Adam had only heard about the tumor case in passing but wasn't aware of the details.
"The primary resident role was never meant for Alex."
Christina fumed. "But he got close to the patient early on, acting all friendly—'Annie, Alex'—like they were old friends.
Now imagine this: A forty-something-year-old single woman, self-conscious, afraid to face the world, isolating herself at home for over a year, letting a tumor grow to over 60 pounds (27 kg) before finally seeking medical attention.
Faced with Alex's sweet talk, how could she resist? She directly requested that he be assigned as her resident. What could we do?"
"He totally manipulated her emotions," George grumbled. "That tumor is horrifying just to look at, and he had the guts to flirt through it!"
"Hah."
Adam smirked. "That's the nature of competition. You can't call it shameless—just admit he played the game better than you did."
"..."
Silence.
Deep down, they knew.
If they had realized earlier that this approach would work, they would have done the same.
Especially Christina.
If necessary, she wouldn't have hesitated to pretend to be interested in women…
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