daily drama

Chapter 289 48 hour
medical center.

The intern changing room.

Chief of Surgery Richard Webb left after speaking.

Everyone came to the changing room, changed into blue shirts and white coats, and hung a stethoscope around their necks, officially entering the state of an intern.

The hospital is a place with strict hierarchy, and even the clothes are particular about it.

Interns and residents wear blue shirts, while attendings wear dark blue shirts.

"The first shift was 48 hours, it was horrible."

Bianca complained to Adam in a low voice: "The internal medicine is much easier."

"This is surgery."

Adam straightened his clothes and smiled.

"There are 20 surgical interns, and only 6 are women. It's really unfriendly."

Meredith looked around and complained.

"Has the ratio of men to women in your Harvard Medical School reached 1:1?"

Adam was curious.

"..."

Meredith froze.

Men still belong to the absolute mainstream in most industries, and the medical field is no exception. The proportion of medical students is much more male than female.

The ratio of 14:6 is already quite friendly, after all, this is major surgery, not gynecology.

The reason why she complained so much was just a subconscious female punch. Who knew that Adam was so shameless.

"What is this? One of the six women is a model."

Christina smiled and looked at Alice over there: "Seriously, will this make us stand in awe?"

"Alice is not."

Adam smiled and said, "If there is a model, it must be her."

Several people followed Adam's gaze, and saw a tall, curvy beauty with blond hair, who was arranging her hair.

"No way?"

Christina asked in surprise: "Aren't the models all thin and without any burden?"

"That depends on the model."

Adam explained: "Those niche supermodels who have gone astray are naturally the kind you mentioned, but for ordinary models, it is better to pay attention to blond and brutal models, because they are more in line with the public's aesthetics."

"You know that well?"

Meredith smiled.

"A little bit, a little bit."

Adam smiled modestly.

"He is a billionaire, of course he knows this best."

Christina's eyes flicked across Alice, the tall blonde brutal model, Bianca, and Meredith, and finally glanced at herself in the mirror, her tone was a bit strange.

"Our year is really weird. Not only billionaires come to be doctors, but also beautiful women come to be doctors. Those who didn't know thought we were acting in the medical drama "Our Days"."

"You also watch "Days of Our Lives"?"

Adam looked strangely: "Then what do you think of Dr. Drake Lamore?"

Meredith froze when he heard Drake's name.

"He's pretty handsome, but he's a bit silly, that is, in TV dramas, he can't be a doctor in reality."

Christina commented.

"Haha."

Adam couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Drake Lamorey is cast as Adam's good friend Joey Tribbiani."

Bianca explained.

"is it?"

Christina was a little surprised. After all, TV actors are still far away from ordinary people, but thinking of Adam's status as a writer and a billionaire, it is only natural that they know each other well.

"Can I ask you a question about Joey?"

"Just ask."

Adam laughed.

"He often speaks in the middle of the speech, and then stops there, tilting his head in contemplation, has he forgotten his lines?"

Christina asked out her doubts all along.

"This is called fart-smelling acting."

Adam said happily: "It is specially used to recall when you forget the lines."

"it is as expected."

Christina shrugged and said, "How did your friend get selected? After all, he is also an important supporting role. Why can't he even memorize the lines?"

"Ha ha."

Adam didn't answer but asked instead: "Do you think he invented the fart-smelling performance? Didn't he learn it from his predecessors?"

How was Joey chosen?
Of course through the back door.

But there is no need to tell others.

"Okay, Martin, Robinson, Bond, Hawkins!"

Hospital staff began grouping interns.

The four interns walked over swiftly, and followed the staff's instructions to find the resident doctor who took them.

"Who are you with? Me and Meredith are Bailey."

asked Christina.

"You followed the Nazis too? Me too."

Before Adam and Bianca could speak, a chubby boy interjected, "At least we will suffer together. I'm George O'Malley."

Seeing Meredith and Christina ignoring him, he walked over and said to the smiling Meredith: "We met at the bar last night, you were wearing a black skirt with slits at the hem, and Roman sandals... now you think I'm gay, no, I'm not gay..."

"Are you sure?"

"That's not the normal man's focus," Adam quipped.

When a man looks at a woman, he looks her whole body, remembers what she is wearing, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But even the features of the skirt and the type of shoes she wears can be accurately described, even if she is not gay, she is still a bit of a bitch.

Fatty George: "..."

"O'Malley, Yang, Gray, Stevenson!"

shouted the staff.

The little fat man hurriedly chased Gray away, and the brutal blonde model followed quickly.

"Sure enough, there are women."

Adam looked at the backs of the four of them leaving, and complained to Bianca: "It's like staying in the flowers."

A group of four interns consisted of a man named Joey the Fatty, and two of the other three women were beauties. If they were replaced by Joey and Barney, they would definitely be crazy about it.

"You think too much."

Bianca smiled: "It's not good to have too many women. If he wasn't gay, he might become gay."

"makes sense."

Adam was stunned, nodded and smiled and said, "When people around you regard you as a sister, it's easy to be assimilated into a sister if you're not a real man. I think O'Malley is soft-tempered and very dangerous."

"What if it were a real man like you?"

Bianca gave him a blank look.

"Ha ha."

Adam laughed silently.

In his place, as long as he wanted, they would still be sisters.

"Duncan, Samson, Turk, Fowler!"

The staff started signing up again.

"Let's go."

Adam beckoned Bianca to the door.

"Hi, I'm Chris Turk."

A bald-headed African-American youth warmly greeted: "I'm with Doctor Caring just like you."

"Adam Duncan."

"Bianca Samson."

The two shook hands with him.

Adam asked curiously: "Doctor Caring? The nickname of Dr. Xueni Xilang?"

"Correct."

The bald-headed Chris smiled and said: "Contrary to Nazi, the Dr. Xueni Heiran we follow has a very good personality. He likes to care for patients and colleagues with love, so we are nicknamed "Caring Doctor". We are so lucky."

(End of this chapter)