Observing the Operating Room.
As soon as Adam spoke, everyone turned to look at redith's fingers.
redith instantly panicked.
"Dr. Grey, identify the exact spot you just touched."
While massaging the heart with his fingers in an attempt to restore its rhythm, Dr. Burke ordered in a deep voice, "Defibrillator, ready!"
"The vitals are dropping to 90."
Dr. Burke's calm deanor influenced the rest of the surgical team, and they quickly refocused on their tasks.
"Charge! 10 joules!"
Dr. Burke took the specialized cardiac defibrillator and positioned it over the heart. "Clear!"
The monitor still showed a flatline.
"20 joules!"
"Clear!"
"Alright, the heartbeat is back," a nurse announced.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"Dr. Grey!"
Dr. Burke called out, "Where is the spot?"
"Here."
redith racked her brain, trying to recall, and then pointed to a location in horror.
"The myocardium is strong—it wouldn't tear just from a fingernail scratch..."
Dr. Burke reassured her as he examined the area, but then he suddenly shouted, "Damn it! How is there such a large tear?"
Gasp!
A wave of shock spread through the observing interns.
"This is bad!"
George's heart sank.
Who would have thought that redith had actually torn the patient's heart?
"The myocardium is too thin," Adam quickly analyzed. "A small injury turned into a major tear."
"If you hadn't warned us beforehand, the sutures would've failed, and the patient would have needed another surgery."
Christina sighed. "redith should really thank you. If this had led to a malpractice investigation, she could have lost her dical license."
"Do you know the patient's dical history?" Adam asked.
"I do..."
Christina was always prepared—she had morized the records of any patient undergoing major surgery.
"You said she originally weighed 300 pounds and lost weight quickly down to 200 pounds?"
Adam imdiately pinpointed the issue. "With such rapid weight loss, she must have used extre dieting. As her fat decreased rapidly, so did her myocardium, making it dangerously thin. That's why redith's touch caused a tear, which then expanded."
"That actually makes sense," Christina murmured, feeling a wave of powerlessness in front of Adam's sharp insight.
"Dr. Burke..."
Adam pressed the intercom and relayed his analysis.
"Excellent diagnosis," Dr. Burke praised while continuing the surgery. "Well done, Dr. Duncan!"
Now that the issue was clear, Dr. Burke's surgical expertise quickly resolved the problem.
"Dr. Grey, you owe Dr. Duncan a big thank you."
Dr. Burke glanced at redith.
"I know," redith exhaled, relieved, and quickly agreed.
"Alright, let's start closing up," Dr. Burke instructed.
In the Observation Gallery.
The group exchanged glances at Adam, then quietly left their seats.
Not everyone had Christina's level of confidence and competitive drive.
While Christina rely felt a sense of inadequacy in the face of Adam's brilliance, the others had already dismissed him from the category of "intern."
There was no way such an exceptional person could be just an intern.
He must be a senior resident pretending to be a rookie.
How infuriating!
"You shouldn't have said that," George muttered, his thoughts running in a different direction. "At the very least, not in front of everyone." Th??s chapter is updat??d by Nov??(l)F??re .????t
"Because you have a crush on redith?" Adam mocked.
"No," George denied, "but under normal circumstances, the myocardium shouldn't be that fragile. Pointing it out like that makes redith look bad."
Even though things had settled now, she would still face internal disciplinary actions.
In George's mind, if Adam had kept quiet, no one would have noticed.
The patient had a weak myocardium—it was reasonable for an unexpected tear to occur.
If no one brought it up, they could've simply done another surgery to repair it.
But now that Adam had spoken, redith's mistake was set in stone.
"Normal circumstances? Are these normal circumstances?"
Adam sneered. "If I hadn't said anything, and the sutures failed post-op, the patient would need another surgery. Do you think the patient could handle that? More importantly, why should they have to endure that? Just because you like redith?"
"I think Adam did the right thing," Christina interjected. "As doctors, our priority is the patient. redith should've trimd her nails beforehand, and she definitely shouldn't have been dozing off. These kinds of basic mistakes are unacceptable."
"She's been really busy lately," George tried to justify. "The workload is intense—it's understandable to make mistakes."
"If she was exhausted, she shouldn't have fought for this surgery," Adam countered. "I'm sure Christina, you, or Liz wouldn't have made such a careless mistake."
"I definitely wouldn't have," Christina said confidently.
She was always energetic, especially when she had a surgery—especially a coronary artery bypass.
Christina had long been irritated by the special treatnt redith received in high-profile surgeries.
Dr. Shepherd's neurosurgeries? Almost all went to redith.
And now even Dr. Burke prioritized her?
There was no way that wasn't influenced by Chief Webber's connections.
George was speechless.
Of course, he understood the logic.
But redith was his goddess.
"You all live together—so what exactly is keeping her up at night?"
Adam cut straight to the point, seeing through George's thoughts.
Even with 14-hour shifts, that still left 10 hours—more than enough ti for proper rest, if she weren't distracted.
"..."
George's face darkened, unable to respond.
What else could it be?
Late-night 'deep discussions' about advanced neurology with Dr. Shepherd, obviously.
Adam stood up and left the observation gallery.
If it hadn't been an ergency, he wouldn't have embarrassed a colleague in front of everyone.
The
0.001 system notification reassured him that he'd done the right thing.
So he had no regrets.
He couldn't stand the way redith benefited from her "main character aura."
Think about it—without the privilege of being the protagonist, would she have been so relaxed?
Her boss and her boss's boss were all her personal connections.
That kind of subconscious entitlent made her careless enough to make such a rookie mistake.
A surgeon with nails long enough to tear a glove?
What did she think she was, the Empress Dowager?
Falling asleep while holding a heart in her hands?
How much more careless could you get?
This was redith's first ti holding a human heart.
For any surgeon, that mont should be unforgettable.
And yet she fell asleep?
Unless she was way too comfortable, lacking the respect and reverence a surgeon should have, Adam couldn't think of any other explanation.
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