Medical Center
As soon as Adam's sketch came out, it instantly won over the patient's family. They kept looking at it, flipping it over in their hands, and finally nodded in agreement. 😊
No surprise there.
It's just like when you're decorating a house—companies that can show you a preview always beat out the ones that just talk big. Why? Simple. Most people don't have that great of an imagination. You can ramble on forever, but without something concrete, it's all just vague nonsense to them.
But whip out a 3D rendering? Boom—everyone gets it. They can see exactly what their house will look like. Uncertainty breeds worry, but when people understand something, they're quick to accept it. 💡
The patient's mom said her son was already handsome enough, but she wouldn't mind him looking even hotter like in Adam's sketch.
"You can sketch too?" Christina whispered, raising an eyebrow.
"Just picked it up," Adam grinned. "We're doctors, Christina. We can handle a scalpel—how hard can sketching be? As long as your hands are steady enough, it's like 'printing' the image from your brain onto paper. Easy peasy." 😎
Christina had no comeback for that. She just shot him a look that screamed, "You're ridiculous—and I respect it."
"Alright, let's get ready," Mark Sloan said, his eyes glinting as he clapped his hands. "Dr. Stevenson, you're with me in the OR."
"Me?" Liz blinked, totally caught off guard.
"You don't want to?" Mark smirked.
"No, I do!" Liz glanced at Adam, who was still smiling calmly, and nodded in a daze.
"Great. Prep up then," Mark said before strutting off.
Adam, Christina, and Liz stepped out of the room after him.
"You're not mad?" Christina asked, eyeing Adam's chill vibe. "You turned this whole thing around with that sketch and convinced the parents. By all rights, you should be the one scrubbing in."
"Why would I be mad?" Adam chuckled. "You said it yourself—it's the attending's call. What am I supposed to do, throw a tantrum in front of the patient and their family and argue with the lead surgeon?" 😅
"But…" Christina couldn't let it go. "You're way too calm about this!"
"Adam, I didn't mean for this to happen," Liz said, looking guilty.
"It's not about you," Adam replied with a smile. "This is totally normal. Don't overthink it. I'm just gonna take it as Dr. Sloan giving me a compliment."
With that, he nodded at them and walked off.
"A compliment?" Liz muttered, even more confused.
Christina frowned, then shouted after him, "Wait, seriously? You're not that full of yourself, are you?"
"What's full of himself got to do with it?" Liz asked, puzzled.
"He thinks his performance put so much pressure on Sloan that Sloan didn't want him in the OR," Christina explained, cutting straight to the point.
"Is he joking?" Liz gaped. "Adam putting pressure on Dr. Sloan? That much pressure?"
"Why not?" Christina shrugged. "To be a top plastic surgeon, you need a few key things: knowledge of anatomy and plastic surgery, killer memory and spatial imagination, a sharp eye for aesthetics and creativity, and steady, precise hands. Oh, and tons of experience.
Except for the experience part, Adam just showed off all of that with one sketch. Didn't you see Sloan's face when he saw it? Total shock. Adam's a newbie in plastic surgery and clinical medicine, yet he whipped up a sketch that matched Sloan's years of expertise—using what he calls 'basic plastic surgery skills and a little math.' And it was spot-on! You know what that means?" 🤯
"It means Adam's talent outshines him…" Liz murmured.
"Not just outshines," Christina corrected. "It's leagues ahead. And here's the kicker—plastic surgery's different from fields like cardiothoracic or neurosurgery that save lives. It's more cutthroat. The siphon effect, winner-takes-all vibes? Way stronger.
The high rollers who bring in the big bucks only want the best surgeon working on them. They don't care where the doc's at—they'll hop on a plane if they have to. Right now, Sloan's the top dog on the East Coast. But if Adam gets into plastic surgery? With his insane talent, it won't take long for him to steamroll Sloan." 💪
Adam's sketch alone was enough to leave Sloan speechless. Sloan's big edge is his experience, but Adam's got that "little bit of math" thing going on. No clue how he does it, but it seems like he can skip years of trial and error and nail a perfect result through calculations. Makes sense, though—plastic surgery's all about aesthetics, and math's the backbone of beauty. Golden ratios, perfect proportions—it's all numbers!" 🧮✨
"No way it's that extreme, right?" Liz said, still reeling.
"Who knows?" Christina shrugged again. "I didn't think this way at first either, but think about it. Adam was the game-changer here. He should've been the one in the OR. So why didn't Sloan even mention him and just picked you instead? You don't seriously think he's got a crush on you and threw his word out the window for it, do you?"
"…" Liz had nothing to say. She wasn't that delusional.
"So, what, Adam's actually perfect for plastic surgery?" she asked.
"Looks like it," Christina nodded. "But Sloan's lucky—Adam probably won't go that route."
"Why not?" Liz frowned. "Plastic surgeons rake in cash and have it easy…"
"Does Adam strike you as someone who cares about money?" Christina shot her a look. "Look at how hard he works. You think he's chasing 'easy'? After all this time, haven't you noticed what he really wants is to heal people?"
Liz froze, then let out a wry laugh. Fair point.
"Plus, sure, he's a genius at plastic surgery," Christina sighed. "But what about other fields? Don't tell me you forgot he's an intern pulling off senior resident-level work. While we're begging to assist attendings, he's practically leading surgeries every day!"
"Shit!" Liz's lip twitched. "I totally blanked on that! Getting to assist a big-shot surgeon? We'd kill for it, but to him, it's probably no big deal. Ugh, and here I was apologizing to him! He really doesn't care!" 😂
"Well, not exactly," Christina said quietly. "Apologizing was still the right move. He might not care, but you know Adam—he's petty. Skip the apology, and one day he might casually screw you over. Remember what happened with Joe?"
"…" Liz nodded solemnly, totally convinced.
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