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medical center.

After curing Ross and sending away the nagging him, Adam returned to the ward to take care of the second patient in the clinical research project.

Get out!

As soon as he returned, he heard old Mr. Covington's violent growl.

Darren's handsome comrade-in-arms came out with some embarrassment.

what happened?

Adam glanced at Lexie.

Lexie explained in a low voice.

Sure enough, Darren's handsome comrade-in-arms saw Darren lying there like a Snow White who ate a poisoned apple, motionless, and couldn't help but want to cast magic.

But he didn't expect to be caught by old Mr. Covington.

Old Mr. Covington hated witchcraft and magic the most, and he called his son's comrades in arms to accompany his son to overcome the disease, not to introvert each other.

It's really leading the wolf into the house!

This incident seems to have become a fuse.

Darren, who was originally in a stable condition, seemed to feel the conflict between his old father and his close comrades-in-arms, and the sirens of the monitor kept coming and going.

damn it!

Adam cursed inwardly, and rushed up with the four little ones, letting the bewildered and regretful old Mr. Covington get out of the way, and began to rescue him.

Saved the night.

Old Mr. Covington saw Adam and the others take his son back from the hands of death again and again, but stood aside with his mouth covered, his body trembling slightly.

I know that I'm here to make you uncomfortable, but the training I have received will never be abandoned when my comrades are down!

Comrade Darren, who had never left, also got the news, rushed up, and said loudly to the old Mr. Covington who was standing with his back facing him, blocking the door.

Our comrade is down and we all love him! I just want to know how he is now?

Old Mr. Covington turned his head slowly, his face stained with tears.

Do not!

Comrade Darren immediately understood and squatted down on the ground.

Adam shook his head.

He did his best.

But manpower is sometimes exhausted!

After letting old Mr. Covington say goodbye to Darren's comrades-in-arms and Darren, Adam took the four children and sent Darren to the basement, where they began to conduct autopsies, check brain damage, and collect scientific research data.

The blood and spinal fluid have all been drawn and sent to the laboratory.

Although Darren is dead, this time is much more valuable than the first case of the green hat king.

During the rescue process, when and what illness occurred, and the corresponding cause, were all imprinted in Adam's mind.

Viruses, tumors, and the offensive and defensive battles of the human immune system are constantly being deduced like 3D animation videos.

These are the most precious data.

After collecting the data with the four autopsies, Adam sewed Darren up again, and even directly replaced the mortician to arrange Darren's appearance.

Then off to the lab.

The virus has indeed mutated.

Looking at the virus under the microscope, which changed from a round face with a sense of joy to a square face, Adam shook his head helplessly.

It is preferred that the optimized virus is originally only targeted at tumor cells and will not cause any major impact on the human body.

However, under the attack of the human immune system, which was originally a friendly force, it was overwhelmed by anger and exploded on the spot.

It is said that the outside is round and the inside is square. Now the virus that has been bombarded by the air has a direct showdown, no more pretense, and starts to let go of itself, becoming a middle school, not only has a square face, but also permed Shamat's hairstyle, and began to attack indiscriminately.

In the end, Darren suffered from viral encephalitis, and the rescue was ineffective. The virus, tumor, and human immune system all died together.

After all this was done, it was daylight.

The day begins anew at the Medical Center.

Adam ordered the little man and Carter to take charge of the free outpatient clinic, let O'Malley and Lexi go to rest, and he went to New Jersey with all the data.

Peggy wasn't awake yet.

But Adam couldn't wait to study the condition with her and provide the cornerstone of success for the third patient in clinical research.

That's one small step for Adam, one giant leap for mankind.

So he patted her awake.

In her dissatisfied humming, she, who had not opened her eyes, was pulled directly into the state of soul out of body and starry sky dialogue.

Fortunately, the data Adam collected this time is rich enough, and many places have subverted the previous theories.

According to the saying in the world of American dramas: you rock my world!

And it's not the kind of routine that Monica falls asleep in the middle of the exchange and closes her eyes to deal with her husband Chandler.

It wasn't Barney's kind of braggadocio, either.

With abundant new data, Adam directly turned Peggy's world upside down.

In the starry sky world in my mind.

Peggy looked at the light man 2.0 that Adam re-evolved next to the light man with new data, and fell into deep thinking.

After providing the data, Adam, in addition to serving tea and water, reads and studies while being ready for consultation at any time.

It felt good too.

Until the phone rang, this beautiful tranquility was interrupted.

Okay, I'll go now.

Adam frowned and picked up the phone, only to find that it was the chief of surgery who called him. After listening to something, his eyes lit up, he agreed, and hung up the phone.

Peggy, I have something to go to the hospital. If you need to ask anything, you can call me directly.

Adam got up, gave an explanation, packed up, and walked out.

Peggy frowned and waved her hands, her mind still immersed in the light man 2.0 in the starry sky.

medical center.

Adam rushed over with speed and passion all the way.

Well, well, well!

Christina was standing furtively in the corridor, and when she saw Adam coming, she couldn't help teasing: Isn't this the hand of our magical Adam? Today you bumped into the legendary right hand of God!

Are you going in?

Adam smiled.

...

Christina's smile faltered.

If she could get in, she would have rushed in.

In the conference room, there is Walter Tepere, one of the founders of surgery, nicknamed the right hand of God!

This is a legend older than Alice Grey's qualifications.

Later I'll tell you how it feels when Adam's hand meets God's right hand.

Adam teased, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the conference room, the chief of surgery and Dr. Burke sat there with an old man in his seventies or eighties.

The faces of the three are not very good-looking.

Adam, you're here!

Seeing Adam push the door in, the chief of surgery immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and introduced the two parties: Adam, this is my mentor, Dr. Walter Tepere.

God's right hand!

Adam stepped forward, stretched out his hand and said, It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Tepere, I've been using your improved bypass therapy.

It took me an afternoon to figure that out.

God's right hand couldn't help laughing.

Wow, is it just an afternoon?

Adam marveled.

It took six years!

The chief of surgery couldn't help correcting.

Adam immediately glanced sideways at the director.

How did you become the chief of surgery?

The interesting story behind the famous modified bypass therapy, who doesn't know that it took six years instead of an afternoon.

If the seniors want to brag and pretend to be aggressive in front of the juniors, then they have to cooperate!

Wei Bo, you are so boring!

God's right hand couldn't help complaining.

hehe.

The chief of surgery just smiled, and it was obvious that they had a good relationship with each other, and looked at Adam: Walter, this is Dr. Adam Duncan, the star of our medical center!

He is the brightest star in the entire medical field!

God stretched out his right hand to hold Adam's hand, and looked deeply at Adam: I heard that you were also called the hand of God at one time, and then it was changed to the hand of Adam.

I'm sick and need surgery.

But my colleagues, and all the doctors including your Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, Dr. Burke, dare not operate on me.

I am afraid that I will die by their hands, and then I will be left in the history of medicine with the bad reputation of putting to death the right hand of God.

Now tell me, you, Adam's hand, dare to operate on my God's right hand?