"Christina, hurry up and help Adam hold this."
After the imdiate crisis passed, Dr. Sheppard noticed that Adam was holding up the massive tumor with one hand while pressing down on the bleeding site inside the patient's body with the other—like a pillar holding everything together.
Even Dr. Sheppard couldn't help but be impressed and, worried that Adam might not be able to hold on much longer, quickly called out to Christina, who was standing on the sidelines.
"Oh, oh!"
Christina rushed over and reached out to help.
Then her eyes went wide.
She realized that the full weight of the massive tumor was still entirely supported by Adam's single hand, just as steadily as when he had been using both.
Adam flashed her a smile.
Christina imdiately understood. Grateful, she didn't say anything but pretended to help, keeping her hands close as if supporting the tumor—without actually touching it.
Dr. Sheppard's spinal surgery was clearly more demanding than Dr. Burke's previous lung operation.
The discomfort from holding a support position for eight hours earlier still hadn't worn off, and she didn't want to ss anything up now.
She was only pretending to help because she still needed to earn recognition from the senior doctors.
If you contribute nothing during such a rare surgery, who's going to want to work with you next ti?
In the dical field, connections matter—but when it cos down to saving lives, professional skills are everything.
Even a world-renowned doctor can't carry dead weight.
Thanks to Adam's steady control of the bleeding, the patient managed to hold on until the blood bank delivered a new supply.
This ti, it was Alex who brought the blood.
"Get out!"
Dr. Burke, who had rushed back after handling another ergency, saw Alex and imdiately lost his temper, pointing at the door of the operating room.
"I'm here to deliver blood!"
Alex snapped back, clearly irritated.
When the OR urgently needed blood bags, Alex, feeling inspired after watching Adam steal the spotlight, had dashed out of the operating room. He hadn't gone far before running into a nurse bringing the blood.
Without thinking, he asked a question, then—under the nurse's confused gaze—snatched the blood bag and sprinted back to the OR.
(Nurse's inner monologue: "It wasn't even that far. I was already jogging over. I could've handled it…") Th??s chapter is updated by NoveI[F]ire
Feeling like he had done sothing heroic, Alex was almost moved by his own efforts—only to be t with this kind of reaction.
How could he not be frustrated?
"Delivering blood is the nurse's responsibility. There's no need for you to ddle!"
Dr. Burke said coldly. "Before the surgery, the patient explicitly requested that you not enter the operating room. I also clearly ordered you to stay away for a week. Did you not hear ?!"
"I..."
Alex's face fell. Being scolded in front of everyone was humiliating, even for soone as thick-skinned as him.
The OR and the observation deck above were packed with dozens of doctors and nurses—this was even more embarrassing than the last two tis he had been reprimanded.
"What, you've got nothing to say now?"
Dr. Burke snapped. "Mr. Harper has been in critical condition for a long ti now. As the attending doctor, have you even checked on him?
You should be monitoring his condition, not blatantly disobeying orders! Now, get out of my OR!"
The room went dead silent.
Everyone could feel Dr. Burke's fury.
And they understood why.
In the dical field, following orders is non-negotiable.
Hesitation during surgery could an the difference between life and death.
Alex had not only defied direct orders but had also nearly endangered Dr. Burke's patient. And yet, instead of monitoring the patient, he was still loitering in the operating room.
This kind of behavior was grounds for imdiate dismissal.
However, Dr. Burke was clearly aware that Alex had connections—likely tied to the hospital director. So, despite his anger, all he did was kick Alex out.
Alex left the OR with a dark, angry expression.
"Dr. Bailey, Alex isn't allowed anywhere near the OR for two weeks—my orders!"
Dr. Burke said, still furious, glaring at Alex's supervisor.
"Understood."
Dr. Bailey replied coldly, silently deciding to assign Alex to two weeks of rectal exams.
What an embarrassnt!
"Calm down, Dr. Burke."
Breaking the heavy silence, Dr. Sheppard, who was on equal footing with Burke in terms of status, spoke up. "Let's talk about sothing positive. Did you know how close we were to losing the patient just now? It was all thanks to Dr. Duncan's outstanding performance."
Now that the crisis had passed, the sense of relief faded, and Adam was back to being "Dr. Duncan."
That's just human nature.
"I heard."
Dr. Burke's expression softened slightly. "It's clear there are so truly exceptional interns among us."
"Well, credit goes to your sharp eye for talent."
Dr. Sheppard chuckled. "At that mont, my view was obscured by blood, and even I couldn't imdiately locate the bleeding site. Yet Dr. Duncan found it right away—pure luck!"
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"Actually, it wasn't luck."
Adam replied, modest in expression but blunt in his words—completely unapologetic.
This was Arica, after all, and during his residency, showing his full potential was the only way to secure victory in this competitive field.
So, he laid it all out.
Luck? Miracles?
Those didn't exist.
He was just that skilled.
"Not luck?"
Dr. Sheppard and Dr. Burke exchanged amused glances. "Are you saying that in such a high-pressure situation, you instantly spotted the bleeding point?"
"Yep."
Adam nodded earnestly. "I deduced it from the trajectory of the blood spurts. Honestly, it's pretty simple."
"…"
Everyone was speechless, staring at him like he was joking.
"Are you serious?"
Only Christina seed to sense that Adam wasn't playing around.
Hadn't she just witnessed him holding a giant tumor with one hand for so long—so steadily?
Even a professional weightlifter probably couldn't pull that off.
And yet, Adam had done it effortlessly.
You had to respect that.
"Of course."
Adam said seriously. "It's basic math—when blood spurts out, the trajectories all converge at the source. That's your bleeding point."
"But wait, how did you rember all the trajectories in that instant?"
Christina asked the question everyone was thinking.
"Easy."
Adam replied matter-of-factly. "You guys couldn't?"
"…"
Everyone's jaws tightened.
Co on!
The bleeding was so sudden, so fast—how could anyone possibly track all the trajectories?
Even if they tried again, staring as hard as they could, the best they'd manage would be to vaguely spot the bleeding site—not analyze the precise spray pattern!
It's not like they had so built-in slow-motion superpower.
"Sorry."
Adam shrugged. "I have high-definition photographic mory. I forgot you guys don't."
Everyone: "…"
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