Life Through the Ame Chapter 321 - 319: Think About It Carefully!

dical Center.

"Look!"

Adam nudged Bianca and pointed toward the nurse's station, where Cristina was looking full of energy.

"She's really pushing herself!"

Bianca felt exhausted just watching.

Thankfully, she was crashing at Adam's apartnt, which was right next to the hospital. Otherwise, with the ti spent commuting, she'd have to wake up at 3 AM just to get here earlier than everyone else.

Technically, after their 5 AM to 7 PM shifts, she should be able to sleep early.

But in reality, no one actually leaves work on ti.

And even after getting ho, could she go straight to bed?

Yeah, right.

Thinking about this, Bianca glanced at Adam and started weighing her options—should she keep staying at Adam's place to save on commute ti, or move out and get a bit more sleep instead?

Outside the hospital, a loud, frustrated voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You don't understand! I'm a guy, and you're a girl! You can't just walk around in front of

wearing Hello Kitty while I'm showering!"

It was George, the chubby, slightly effeminate guy.

"Oh, that reminds —don't forget to buy us tampons!" Liz called out casually.

"I'm a man! I don't buy feminine products!"

George was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Adam! Say sothing!"

Seeing Adam and Bianca, George hurried over, desperate for backup.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Adam raised his hand, stopping him. "How does whether you're a man or not have anything to do with ? Why should I say anything?"

"Hahaha!"

redith and Liz burst into laughter and walked away.

"…"

George looked at Adam with a pitiful expression.

"Don't look at

like that," Adam shrugged. "You chose to live with them. Are you telling

you couldn't find any other place to stay after moving out of your parents' house? Bianca, what's that phrase again?"

"You just want to get with them. You're shaless!"

Bianca chid in without missing a beat.

She had heard Adam say this line countless tis. As close friends who knew each other well, she imdiately caught on to what he wanted her to say with just a glance.

"I do not!"

George protested. "redith's place is great, and since we're all colleagues, living together is convenient. That's why I moved in."

"Well, you can move out now."

Adam smirked. "Otherwise, when Liz walks around in Hello Kitty again, will you be able to handle it? Wait—don't answer yet! Let

analyze this for you: If you can handle it, that ans you're not a man.

But if you can't handle it, then why haven't you moved out yet? Could it be that you're just hoping for sothing? A thief at heart but too afraid to act? Bianca, what's that other phrase?"

"If you won't be a beast, then don't act like one. Pick a side!"

Bianca instantly caught on again, responding as if on instinct.

"…"

George was nearly in tears. He threw down a final remark before storming off.

"You guys are the worst!"

"Who does he like?"

Bianca asked, intrigued.

"What do you think?"

Adam replied with another question.

"Liz is prettier, but if George saw her in that situation and wasn't secretly enjoying it, and instead was freaking out… Hmm…"

Bianca pondered. "That must an he likes redith!"

"Bingo."

Adam grinned as they headed toward the locker room. "Now take another guess—do you think redith knows that George has a crush on her?"

"Of course she does."

Bianca said matter-of-factly. "It's such an obvious situation. Even soone inexperienced in love could figure it out with a little thought. Plus, won have a natural instinct for this kind of thing. redith is a pro in the dating ga—there's no way she wouldn't know."

"Exactly."

Adam snapped his fingers.

"She's just pretending not to know?"

Bianca suddenly realized.

Adam just smiled knowingly.

Locker Room.

Cristina leaned against the wall, softly murmuring sothing under her breath. Adam, with his sharp hearing, caught every word clearly.

"55-year-old female, diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, has undergone chemotherapy to control the spread. Abdominal pain level: 3 out of 10. Nausea present but no vomiting, diarrhea, rectal bleeding, or black stools. Max temperature: 37.2°C, no fever, stable vitals. Lab results: bilirubin level at 7, elevated liver enzys…"

"Congratulations!"

Adam smiled at Cristina.

"For what?"

Cristina stopped reciting the case file and looked at Adam warily.

"Relax."

Adam chuckled. "This case belongs to Dr. Burke. There's no way I'd be competing with you for it."

"Glad you understand."

Cristina let out a relieved sigh. "I got here at 4 AM just to prepare for this surgery."

"Surgery? What surgery?"

redith imdiately walked over. "What do you know?"

Liz and George also turned their attention toward Cristina.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Cristina quickly stuffed her notebook into her pocket and shook her head, refusing to reveal anything.

Adam was right—he wasn't in the sa team as her, so he wasn't a direct competitor. But redith, Liz, and Alex were—they were the real threats.

Even though redith was her best friend, in this environnt, competition was everything.

There are no friends in the operating room.

She would never forget the ti redith stole her thunder.

Friday Morning.

Leonard's coronary artery bypass surgery was scheduled for the morning.

Adam, of course, was going to be in the OR, so he wasn't assigned to the ER today.

Hospital Cafeteria, Noon.

"redith, that was an incredible surgery."

Adam complinted.

"Thanks."

redith bead. "It's so rare to see a case where a nail gun shoots seven 3.5-inch nails into soone's skull without instantly killing them. None of the other nerves were damaged—only the optic nerve was compressed.

We managed to remove them at the exact angles they went in, with zero bleeding. The surgery was a complete success. I have to say, Dr. Shepherd is a genius."

"Heh."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh."

Cristina also laughed, but her smile wasn't as bright.

redith lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty under their knowing gazes.

Dr. Shepherd was amazing—in more ways than one. Just because she and he had an indescribable relationship now, did that an she couldn't complint his skills anymore?

"How's your pancreatic resection prep going?"

Adam turned to Cristina, who now looked a little less energetic. "Not going well?"

"How did you know?"

Cristina looked up sharply. "Do you know sothing?"

"I know she's been a nurse here for a long ti."

Adam reminded her. "She's in bad shape. If she undergoes pancreatic resection, she probably won't survive…"

"I know, but she has no choice—if she doesn't do the surgery, she's just waiting to die. Dr. Burke is making

run every possible test to prepare…"

Cristina trailed off, then t Adam's pointed gaze—one that practically scread, Think about it carefully.

Her face darkened as realization hit her.

"Son of a bitch! She's only here to die! Burke knew! Everyone knew! Except !"