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Medical Center.
Outside the Operating Room.
"Dr. Campbell, can I join this surgery?"
Adam had come over at the request of the surgical director.
"Dr. Duncan…"
Dr. Campbell was scrubbing in when she saw Adam walk in. She immediately understood everything and shook her head with a mocking smile.
"Looks like this surgery's a real rarity if even you're showing up. Did Richard send you? Honestly, if you've got the time, you'd be better off keeping Dr. Green company. What if he's not in top shape after his heart surgery and ends up causing a medical mishap? Wouldn't that ruin his lifelong reputation? How could you, his loyal apprentice, stand by and let that happen?"
"You're a legend in the medical world, not to mention Dr. Grey's mentor and the surgical director's too," Adam said with a grin. "I've heard all about your amazing surgeries from Dr. Grey. I've been dying to learn from you for ages. I hope you won't hold back on sharing your invaluable experience. As for Dr. Green, I trust his skills. When he needs me, he knows I'll be there to back him up."
"Dr. Green sure picked a good apprentice," Dr. Campbell said, glancing at Adam. The mockery faded from her expression, replaced by a smile. "If Richard had half your grace, his achievements might not pale next to Grey's!"
Dr. Campbell, sharp as ever after a lifetime in the field, wasn't blind to the petty games Surgical Director Richard played behind the scenes. That's why she'd jabbed at him earlier, pointing out how Adam was to Dr. Green what Richard was to her. Now, with both her and Dr. Green facing their own challenges, the contrast between Adam's approach and Richard's couldn't be starker. It left her with a lot to think about.
Adam just smiled and said nothing. He didn't feel it was his place to chime in on Dr. Campbell's digs at Richard.
In the past, even if a surgery went wrong, Richard would've probably turned a blind eye to Dr. Campbell—his former mentor and the most seasoned surgeon at the medical center. But this year, he was dead-set on seeing the center take the top spot. When Dr. Campbell made such an obvious mistake, he wasn't willing to let it slide anymore. Of course, he didn't want to tarnish his own reputation either, so he'd resorted to dropping subtle hints instead. Adam could see where he was coming from.
"Dr. Duncan, come on in," Dr. Campbell said after finishing her scrubbing. She held her hands up, flashing Adam a smile. "Welcome to the final surgery of my forty-year career!"
"It's my honor," Adam replied sincerely.
Dr. Campbell should've retired years ago, but she'd clung to the operating room. Now, after this medical mishap, it wasn't entirely her fault. Sure, Richard had overlooked her slip-ups in the past, but he'd also quietly slashed her surgery schedule. She'd been stuck in her office most of the time, unable to keep her skills sharp.
Surgery's a craft—you don't practice, you get rusty. In her case, she couldn't even maintain her old expertise, let alone keep up with new techniques like laparoscopy. It was a tough spot, but she couldn't exactly vent about it. Where would that leave her pride?
So when a patient specifically requested her, she'd jump at the chance, eager and enthusiastic—but she'd stick to the old techniques she knew she could handle. Problem was, compared to newer methods, those old tricks didn't hold up. When the much worse side effects of her approach came to light, the facade she'd been holding up crumbled. Retirement was her only option now.
Still, she found some comfort in the fact that it was Adam seeing her off. In this young hotshot—who should've been too proud to care—she saw respect.
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### The Operating Room
Dr. Campbell was the lead surgeon, with Adam as first assistant and Christina as second.
"Dr. Yang, take a good look at how an old dinosaur like me operates," Dr. Campbell said to Christina with a cold smirk.
Yup, you heard that right! Christina had been caught badmouthing her behind her back, and Dr. Campbell had handpicked her as an assistant ever since.
"I often wonder how today's teaching methods are supposed to teach students anything real," Dr. Campbell said as the surgery began, diving straight into her point. "Attending physicians just coddle their students, praising them left and right instead of scaring or shaming them into learning. How are they supposed to remember anything that way? Oh, right—attendings don't dare. These interns can't handle the tiniest bit of pressure without breaking down or offing themselves, so the attendings have to tiptoe around them. Plus, half the time, the attending's dating one of their interns. If they used the good old-fashioned method of tough love, they'd be sleeping alone that night. So, what choice do they have but to keep clapping them on the back?"
"…"
Christina felt personally attacked and ignored Adam's pleading look to stay quiet. She fired back, "I'm grateful for every chance to learn, and I'll always embrace new techniques—never falling behind!"
Adam's mouth twitched under his mask. Christina might be a schemer when it came to snagging surgeries, but otherwise, she was as blunt as they come. Calling her emotionally intelligent would be generous—she was just a hair above Sheldon-level social skills.
"Well said!" Dr. Campbell laughed, half-amused, half-annoyed, locking eyes with the defiant Christina. "Let's get started then. Tell me how you'd handle a pulmonary embolism."
"I'd insert a steerable catheter through the femoral artery and guide a fluoroscope to the clot…" Christina answered confidently, unfazed.
"What if the power goes out?" Dr. Campbell cut in. "Or you're at some broke little hospital that can't afford a fluoroscope?"
Christina froze. She was good, but not good enough to improvise on the fly like that.
"Listen, it's like a calculator," Dr. Campbell said with a grin. "You think kids don't need to learn basic math just because they've got one?"
"Machines can stop them from making those mistakes…" Christina shot back stubbornly.
"Ridiculous!"
Before Dr. Campbell could blow a gasket, Adam stepped in with a sharp rebuke. "If you can't even grasp the basic logic behind it, how are you supposed to master the machines? If machines could do everything and never screw up, why would we need you? Anyone could just get a quick training session and push the buttons. Wouldn't that make your whole career a joke? A truly great doctor—one who's skilled enough—understands the core principles behind those fancy tools. Even if she's stuck without a hospital or any equipment, she can improvise with whatever's around and save a patient in need. That's what makes an exceptional doctor! You just said you're grateful for every chance to learn and won't fall behind, but now you're brushing off the fundamentals and aiming to be a glorified machine operator? What kind of attitude is that? Apologize to Dr. Campbell for your ignorance—now!"
"…Sorry," Christina muttered, realizing her mistake and quickly backtracking.
"Heh! This is what students are like these days under their mentors!" Dr. Campbell sneered. "Forget handling tough love—they can't even take regular teaching without getting snarky. With students like this and an atmosphere like that, even adding another Adam Duncan won't get this medical center into the top three teaching hospitals. Richard's got it all wrong. Instead of building a solid foundation and raising up the next generation—more little Adams—he's obsessed with clearing out us old-timers and padding the stats with big-name hires. How's that supposed to win a championship?"
(End of Chapter)