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Chapter 516: The Best Midwife 

Medical Center. VIP Maternity Ward. 

“No, it’s not a m ust…”  

Faced with Rachel’s heartfelt words, Adam’s mouth twitched. “But Ross is the best choice, right? He’s Emma’s dad. I doubt he’d want someone else stepping in to help with this kind of thing right now.”  

“Yeah, forget it,” Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes. “A few days ago, I mentioned we haven’t bought any big stuff yet and asked him to come shop for baby things with me. But his mind? Totally hijacked by that flirty little salesgirl. Did he even think about me and our daughter? Nope!”  

“Wait, Ross is in love again?” Adam frowned. “At a time like this?”  

“If I hadn’t gotten upset, he’d already be off with her,” Rachel snapped, clearly annoyed. “That sales chick even offered to deliver stuff to our place and asked him out! When I said I didn’t want to see that, he swore he wouldn’t date her. But if I hadn’t said anything? He was all giddy, agreeing to her invite like a kid on Christmas. She casually mentions ‘let’s hang out sometime,’ and he’s like, ‘Oh, I’m free right now!’ Sure, I appreciate him considering my feelings in the moment, but does he think I’m dumb? That’s not what ‘not interested’ looks like!”

“People say ‘next time for sure’ as a brush-off,” she went on. “But Ross? His ‘I’m free now’ was the real truth spilling out.”  

Adam chuckled. “If a guy can resist temptation, it shows he’s got real feelings. Sounds like he genuinely cares about you and the baby.”  

“Yeah, or there’s another option,” Rachel snorted with a smirk. “He’s scared my dad’ll find out and blow his head off with a shotgun.”  

“Haha!” Adam nodded, grinning. “Can’t rule that out! Though Leonard wouldn’t use a gun—he’s more of a scalpel guy. Emma’s about to be born anyway, and Ross doesn’t need certain ‘parts’ anymore. If he ticks off Leonard, he might just get a slice instead of a shot.” 😏  

“Better wait till after I pop Emma out to start slicing,” Rachel quipped with a laugh. Then she sighed. “But honestly, seeing Ross like that, I doubt he’d even go for it. Such a fake gentleman. Back when he was crushing on me, even if I was pregnant with someone else’s kid, he wouldn’t be acting this way if I’d said something like that.”  

“…” Adam just gave a little grimace.  

Men, huh? Typical! Always chasing the shiny new thing, never mind the old tears. Not every guy stuck to Adam’s motto: “New clothes? Fine. New people? Nah, old ones are better.”  

Sigh. Being a good guy, Adam sometimes felt a little lonely, a little bleak. Not many dudes got where he was coming from. Lucky for him, he had plenty of awesome lady friends who cheered him on. Otherwise, he’d have been depressed ages ago.  

“Adam, help me think of someone else,” Rachel said. “I don’t want a stranger.”  

“…How about your old pal Owen Lee?” Adam teased. “If he helps, as long as you bite your tongue and don’t scream, I could go grab Dr. Montgomery to deliver the baby right now…”  

“Who’s Owen Lee?” Rachel blinked, confused. “I don’t know him!”  

“Oh, just a pro with some special skills,” Adam brushed off with a smirk, chuckling to himself.  

In a parallel universe, Rachel’s old flame Owen Lee had a laundry list of titles: Life-Draining Nerd, Dolphin Lover, Eternal Kidney King… Add Best Midwife to that, and it’d fit. Normal deliveries? Hours of screaming and pushing. With Dr. Lee? Clench your teeth, give a little nudge, and bam—baby slides right out. Too bad this Rachel didn’t have her parallel self’s luck.  

The thought flickered and faded.  

“Dr. Duncan!” A nurse popped in.  

“Take good care of Miss Green,” Adam instructed. “Help her walk around a bit.”  

This was one of the nurses he’d hired for Alice Gray. Might as well put her to work!  

“Don’t worry,” the nurse assured him. “I’ve got seven kids—I know how to handle a pregnant lady.”  

“Perfect!” Adam flashed a grin. “You’re on duty for the next few days. Call me if anything comes up.”  

He couldn’t help but shake his head at the American way—either no kids or a whole litter. Look at Sheldon: hates kids and people in general, but when he decides to have them? His goal’s 15. Enough for three basketball teams to rotate games! 🏀  

“Rachel, this is the nurse I got,” Adam said. “Ask her for help if you need anything.”  

“Thanks, Adam, you’re the best…” Rachel beamed, genuinely touched.  

“No biggie, just a side perk,” Adam replied, mentioning Alice Gray’s situation.  

“…” Rachel’s teary gratitude dried up instantly.  

Exactly the reaction Adam was going for. Otherwise, she might’ve begged him to speed up the delivery!  

Nighttime.  

The baby’s dad, aunt, uncle-in-law, uncle, and auntie all showed up.  

“Any action yet?” they asked, full of concern.  

“Nope, nothing!” Rachel grumbled, frustrated.  

“Don’t worry…” Ross started to soothe her, but she cut him off.  

“Easy for you to say!” she snapped. “You’re not the one giving birth!”  

“I wish I were a seahorse,” Ross muttered, looking wronged. Seeing blank stares, he explained, “You know, seahorses? The dads carry the eggs and give birth.”  

“Ha, hilarious,” Rachel deadpanned with a cold laugh. “If you really wanna help, Adam’s got an idea that’d actually involve you. So, you in or not?”  

“Anything I can do, I’m there!” Ross jumped at the chance.  

Rachel—hormones raging and fierce as ever—spilled Adam’s suggestion right there in front of everyone.  

“What?!” Ross froze, mortified. “No way, that’s not happening!”  

“Oh, so it’s something you can’t do?” Rachel taunted, glancing downward with a smirk.  

“No, it’s not that!” Ross stammered, flustered. “It’s just—we agreed…”  

“You made this mess, you clean it up!” Rachel barked. “If you can’t handle it, find me someone who can. I’m done waiting—I wanna have this baby now!”  

“Monica!” Ross turned to his sister for backup.  

“Don’t look at me,” Monica said, hands up. “I’m in the same boat as Rachel—dying to give birth but stuck. I totally get her, so I’m Team Rachel all the way.”  

“Phoebe!” Ross pivoted to the last woman in the room.  

“Me?” Phoebe pointed at herself, tilting her head with a grin. “Okay, I’ll help you out.”  

“Thank you!” Ross clasped his hands together, grateful.  

“No problem!” Phoebe smiled, then looked at him seriously. “I think Rachel’s right, though. Why won’t you help her?”  

“Yeah, why not?” Chandler and Joey chimed in, nodding.  

“…” Ross, abandoned by all, looked ready to cry.  

“What’s all the commotion?” Adam strolled in, laughing.  

Ross grabbed him like a lifeline. “Adam, you’ve gotta help me!”  

“I’m cool with it,” Rachel interjected. “Convince Adam, and I’ll call it a win—above and beyond!”  

“…” Ross whipped around to face Rachel’s earnest, expectant stare. Then, in his classic Ross denial, he wailed, “Noooo!!!”  

Chapter 517: A Match Made in the Womb 

At the medical center, in the VIP maternity ward... 

“Alright, enough joking around,” Adam said with a grin. “Ross, you’re staying here tonight to keep us company—that’s final. Don’t even try to say no. If we can’t convince you, we’ll just have to call in Emma’s grandpa. His scalpel’s been itching for action!”  

“...” 

Ross clammed up instantly. He’d seen Leonard’s temper firsthand—no arguing with that! 

Just then, a nurse wheeled a pregnant woman past the door. 

“O-M-G!” the woman exclaimed, spotting everyone’s backs. She stopped dead, waving her hands wildly with that classic, ear-piercing shriek. 

Everyone froze. 

“OMG! No way, it can’t be!” Chandler said, his face a mix of shock and dread. 

“Please, don’t let it be her!” Joey prayed under his breath. 

The others’ expressions were just as colorful—panic, disbelief, you name it. 

“Hahahahaha…” A bizarre laugh echoed in, shattering their last shred of hope. 

They turned around, and sure enough, there she was: Janice, Chandler’s ex, sitting in a wheelchair, clapping her hands, grinning ear to ear, and letting out those oh-so-familiar cackles. 

“Oh my God, it is her!” Chandler groaned, shaking his head hard. 

“Chan-dler Bing!” Janice sang out, motioning the nurse to push her in. Her weird, nasal tone was as clingy as ever as she greeted her old flame. 

“Janice,” Chandler muttered with a forced smile. 

“Not just Janice—pregnant Janice!” Joey wailed dramatically. 

“OMG!” Ross chimed in, shuddering as he recalled a birthing video he’d seen. “Pregnant Janice in labor—no thanks!” 

“Janice, please don’t tell me you’re in the room next door,” Rachel said, her voice dripping with worry. 

“That’s up to the nurse,” Janice replied, completely missing Rachel’s tone and taking it as friendly chatter. The nurse nodded, and Janice beamed. “Oh, perfect! Yep, I am! Honestly, we should just room together—hahahahaha!” 

“No thanks,” Rachel said, smacking her forehead. “These walls are useless anyway.” 

She shot Adam a pitiful look, begging for help. He gave her a calm, “don’t worry” glance in return. 

“Janice, I didn’t even know you were pregnant,” Chandler said, rubbing his face to mask his dread. He walked over, forcing small talk. “So, which poor sap’s essence did you snatch this time?” he added with a sarcastic jab. 

Janice and Chandler went way back—on-and-off for years. Back then, Chandler was still a commitment-phobic mess, breaking her heart more times than anyone could count. Still, the gang always sided with him. Why? That laugh. That grating, random cackle drove them all up the wall. 

They’d broken up and gotten back together so many times, it was almost fate. If Monica hadn’t come along, who knows? They might’ve ended up together. Though, let’s be real—slim chance. After Chandler’s repeated heartbreak, Janice had married someone else, divorced fast, and turned into a serial dater. She’d even hooked up with Ross once, proudly declaring, “2/4!”  

Yep, her conquest rate: Chandler, Ross, Joey, Adam—she’d nabbed two out of four. By that metric, Ross was out-Joey-ing Joey back in the day. All talk about hating her, but his actions? Very honest. Joey, though? He couldn’t stand her and never gave her an inch—total consistency there. 

“It’s you!” Janice shot back, pointing at Chandler with a grin. She caught his sarcasm like a pro. “This kid’s yours.” 

“What?!” Chandler’s face went white. He spun around to Monica. “It’s not me, I swear!” 

“I kinda wish it was!” Monica said coolly, rolling her eyes. 

Adam smirked knowingly. Ever since he’d tricked them into getting checked out, Chandler and Monica had been in full-on baby-making mode. Two months of reckless trying, and still nothing. Monica couldn’t help but worry. Her quip was half-joking, half-wishful thinking—if Janice could pull it off, maybe she could too. 

“What?!” Chandler’s face twisted again. 

“Hahahaha!” Janice, oblivious to the drama, pointed at him and cackled. “Look how freaked out he is! We haven’t done the deed in years—hahahaha!” 

“Ha! Hilarious,” Chandler snapped sarcastically. “So, does labor hurt? Is it painful?!” He glared, practically wishing it on her. 

“Nah, childbirth’s a breeze for me,” Janice said, waving it off. “I’ve got wide hips.” She winked at Chandler, tilting her head coyly. “You remember, don’t you, Chan-dler? Hehehe-hahaha!”  

Adam nearly lost it—her face, her tone, her lines? Priceless! 

Chandler and Monica’s jaws dropped, speechless. Ross and Rachel looked pained. Joey just gave Chandler a sympathetic pat. Phoebe? She burst out laughing. 

“Hahaha!” Janice kept going, thrilled. “We’re so meant to be! Maybe we should betroth our kids in the womb—hahahaha!” 

“Keep your legs closed so the baby doesn’t hear that!” Ross whispered to Rachel, grimacing at Janice. 

“What’s that?” Adam teased. “Both babies yours, Ross?” 

Whoosh! Everyone froze, then turned to Ross in unison. It made sense—Chandler was married, but Ross? The perpetual bachelor had the time and the motive to dodge this. Plus, both pregnant women had history with him. 

“Not me!!!” Ross yelped, his face turning red as he unleashed his classic Ross roar. 

“You sure?” Adam poked again. “Last time Rachel was pregnant, you were totally clueless it was yours too.” 

“...” 

Ross went silent. Back then, he and Rachel were constantly together, old flames reigniting. A slip-up was inevitable. When Rachel got pregnant, he didn’t even consider he was the dad at first—leading to that whole “who made the first move” fiasco. Good thing he’d recorded it, or Rachel would’ve held it over him forever. 

Now, though, he wasn’t so sure. He racked his brain, trying to recall if he’d been with Janice ten months ago. Problem was, he didn’t have Adam’s photographic memory. It was too long ago to pin down. 

“Oh, come on!” Rachel snapped, seeing Ross’s guilty look. “You’d rather pick Janice than help me out?” 

“I didn’t!” Ross protested, totally冤枉 (wronged), but he kept his voice low. He couldn’t be sure this time. 

“Hahahaha!” Janice cackled again, loving the chaos. “Relax, if it was yours, Ross, I wouldn’t be talking about betrothing them!” 

“Phew!” Ross wiped the sweat off his brow. “Thank you.” 

“Emma, please don’t inherit my nose—or your dad’s brain,” Rachel sighed, rubbing her belly. “He can’t tell a joke from the truth. How’d he even get into Columbia?” 

Ross: “...” 

Chapter 518: I’m About to Lose It! 

Medical Center. 

The group was chatting and laughing when—  

Beep beep. 

Beep beep.  

Adam’s pager went off on his hip.  

“Keep talking, guys!” he said with a wave, then bolted toward the ER.  

“Dr. Duncan!” 

The sharpest nurse, Violet, flagged him down. “Room 6 has a wild case. Bet you’ve never seen anything like it!”

“Thanks, Violet!” Adam grinned, taking the chart she handed him. He glanced at it. “A woman with a foreign object stuck inside her? Uh… not what I’m thinking, right?”  

“Hehe, yup!” Violet giggled. “But weirder than you’d guess!”  

“Let’s go check it out!” Adam perked up instantly.  

Doctors, you know? Always gotta see, learn, and practice more. The weirder the case, the bigger the experience boost!  

Room 6. 

“Hiss…” 

Adam pushed the door open, took one look, and sucked in a sharp breath.  

Okay, yeah, he’d never seen this before. Couldn’t have dreamed it up either.  

In front of him were a man and woman, both in their fifties, staring each other down. The balding guy was stark naked on the bed. The woman? Straddling him, hands braced on either side. A nurse had already thrown a sheet over them for some decency.  

“Ouch!” 

“Don’t move! It hurts more when you do!” 

“Then stop pressing on my bad knee!” 

“Sorry, I thought it was the left one!” 

“Nineteen years of marriage, and you still don’t know?!”  

The two bickered nonstop.  

“Looks like her husband’s the ‘foreign object,’” Adam said with a smirk to Violet.  

“Ex-husband!” the plump woman and bald guy shouted in unison.  

Emmm. Even juicier now!  

“I’m Dr. Duncan,” Adam introduced himself, stepping forward to lift a corner of the sheet for a peek. “Why’d you get a piercing down there?”  

“Sanya!” the bald guy barked. 

“What? You think they wouldn’t figure it out? They’re doctors!” the woman shot back. 

“This is mortifying.” 

“This is mortifying? The real embarrassment is having dinner plans with my husband tonight while I’m stuck like this with my ex!”  

The ex-couple started squabbling again.  

“Doc, how long’s this gonna take? I really don’t want my husband finding out,” the woman pleaded, looking at Adam. “Can’t you guys work some magic here?”  

“Magic? Maybe this is magic—God’s way of telling your current husband you’re a walking soap opera,” Adam quipped silently to himself. Out loud, he kept it cool. “We need to figure out what’s caught on that ring. Mr. Morse here’s got a piercing. What about you?”  

“Me?” The woman instinctively straightened up. “No way!”  

“Argh!” The bald guy yelped in pain.  

“Sorry!” She quickly hunched back down, apologizing to her ex before turning to Adam. “We’re both in real estate—he is too. Divorced five years, but work keeps us in touch, so… sometimes we end up together. I’m such an idiot. So weak. Never again, I swear.”  

“Mm-hmm,” Adam replied with a neutral smile.  

Sure, lady. That’s just a line to fool everyone—including yourself. Unless they never see each other again, it’s always zero or a million times. Look at Ross and Rachel—hanging out all the time, trouble’s bound to happen eventually!  

“Do you have an IUD?” Adam asked.  

“Yeah!” She blinked. “Wait, you mean…”  

“We’ll need an X-ray first,” Adam said. “But if I’m right, your IUD probably slipped and snagged his piercing. You don’t have a piercing or anything else that’d cause this, so that’s my guess. Oh, and… you might wanna cancel that dinner with your husband. This’ll take a while, and it’s getting late.”  

“Damn it!” she cursed, irritated. “Why’d you even get that stupid piercing?!” 

“Hey, you didn’t mind it before!” the bald guy snapped back. “You said you liked it!”  

Adam and Violet exchanged a knowing grin. Guy’s pushing fifty and still playing like a reckless twenty-something—probably needed some “extra help” to keep up. Takes guts to go for a piercing like that, though! Not like those detachable anime exoskeletons—this was full-on Robocop territory, part of the body now. One wrong move? Infection city. Long term? Even peeing could get rerouted.  

Not quite castration, but close enough to some awkward side effects—like needing cologne to mask the funk or kissing fertility goodbye. At his age, though? Probably not a big deal. Divorced, ex-wife on an IUD, kids likely in the picture already. Plus, spraying cologne daily’s standard for most Westerners anyway.  

“I did it for you!” the bald guy whined. 

“Ugh, listen—stop doing anything for me,” she sighed, softening a bit. “I’m with Tom now. I love Tom.”  

“…” Adam’s mouth twitched. He tilted his head away to hide an unprofessional smirk.  

Emmm. What a deep, touching love story—if you ignored the ridiculous scene in front of him. Her words alone? Passionate, convincing. You’d buy it. But seeing is believing, and this? Pure chaos. Maybe she’s out there wrestling her ex for real estate listings while sweet-talking Tom on the phone about how much she loves him.  

Emmm. Straight out of a San Fernando Valley script—art imitating life. Magical realism at its finest!  

“I still can’t believe you left me for that guy,” the bald man grumbled, clearly feeling more like the victim. “What’s he got that I don’t?” 

“He doesn’t have a piercing,” she jabbed. “And he doesn’t need one!” 

“You—ow!” He flinched from the verbal gut punch, jostling himself and yelping again.  

“Okay, you two, stop moving,” Adam cut in. “We need to get you to X-ray.”  

He wheeled them off, their bizarre setup drawing every eye in the hallway.  

“OMG!” 

Christina and the crew got wind of it and rushed over to gawk.  

“Adam, I’ll assist!” Christina volunteered eagerly. 

“This is gyno territory,” Liz chimed in. “You should consult a specialist—I’m in!” 

“More hands, more help!” Meredith added, just as pumped.  

“Fine by me,” Adam said. He’d planned to just take Christina, but since Liz was offering—and he owed her a favor—he let them all tag along. He’d lead anyway; they’d just follow his orders.  

X-ray Room. 

“We were married 19 years, fighting every day—except when we were, uh, busy,” the woman said softly, glancing at her ex, who was wincing and looking away.  

“That wasn’t real,” he muttered, voice heavy. “I still love you.” 

“Okay, I’m officially in hell,” she groaned, rolling her eyes, done with his umpteenth confession.  

“Guys, hold still so we can get a clear shot,” Adam reminded them.  

“Mom? Dad?!” 

A young girl burst in, eyes widening at the absurd scene. Her voice dripped with fury.  

“Okay, now it’s hell,” the woman muttered, closing her eyes in defeat.  

Just as Adam and the team braced for an explosion, the girl turned sideways—averting her gaze from her ridiculous parents—and let loose.  

“How could you do this?! My eyes are burning! You’re paying for my therapy, my rent, and my new car!” 😡  

Everyone: “…”  

Chapter 519: Too Wild! 

At the medical center, in the X-ray room... 

The “dutiful daughter” totally lost it. Her outburst was so over-the-top, it rivaled the eccentricity of Prince Ning from Flirting Scholar—nobody saw it coming! 😲 

“Of course, sweetheart,” the bald guy lying there said, his face a mix of guilt and doting affection. 

“Ha! Keep spoiling her, then!” the curvy woman snapped, shooting her ex-husband a look of disdain. Then she turned to the gleeful daughter. “You’re old enough to get that your parents have needs too—and yeah, we mess up sometimes!” 

“Mess up?” the daughter fired back, not letting her mom off the hook. “To me, this looks more like you being a total homewrecker!” 

“Hey! I’m your mother! You can’t talk to me like that!” the curvy woman barked, fuming. 

If this were Sheldon’s mom, Mary, that line would’ve had Sheldon bowing his head and muttering, “Yes, ma’am!” in a heartbeat. But nope—this was a real “dutiful daughter” in action. 

“Some role model you are!” the daughter shot back, digging in for her new car, rent, and spending money. “Look at you, hooking up with your ex, cheating on your husband—OMG! I wonder if your husband would call this just a ‘mistake’ if he saw this?” 

“…” 

The curvy woman went silent. Not because she was out of words, but because she caught the hidden threat in her daughter’s tone. Her ex was single, no baggage there. But she had a happy family—her beloved husband, Tom. Risking all that just to bicker with her daughter? Not a smart move. 

She sold real estate for a living—flexible enough to bend unless she was up against a rival who knew her game and could outmaneuver her. 

“And you, Dad!” The daughter, riding high from shutting down her powerhouse mom, turned her sights on her father. “What are you even doing? I thought you finally had a life! Last time you went out with what’s-her-name, I didn’t even bug you for that LV bag I wanted—just to support you! And this is how you repay me?” 

“I’m sorry, honey,” the bald guy said, practically shrinking with shame. 

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it!” she pressed. “If I’d known you’d pull this, I wouldn’t have skipped that LV bag…” 

“I’ll buy it for you,” he said quickly. Hearing “LV bag” twice, he knew she’d upped the ante. Caught in this mess, all he could do was open his wallet. 

Adam caught the sly smirk flickering across the daughter’s face. Smooth move, he thought. 

“Okay, folks, X-ray’s done,” Adam announced, holding up the fresh scan. He pointed at two entangled rings on the image. “Just as I suspected—your IUD slipped, snagged your husband’s piercing, and got lodged in your vaginal wall.” 

“A piercing?” the daughter gasped, gaping at her fifty-something dad. 

“It’s complicated, sweetie,” the bald guy mumbled, looking away, mortified. 

“This is all your fault!” the daughter roared, rounding on her mom. “Dad wouldn’t have risked something this crazy if he wasn’t trying to impress you! Happy now?” 

Adam and the team exchanged glances—they could all see how fake her outrage was. 

“So, what do you want this time?” the curvy woman asked with a cold laugh. 

“…” 

The daughter faltered. This was what she hated most about her mom. Her dad? He’d play along willingly, even knowing her game. But her mom always fought back. 

“It’s not about what I want!” the daughter insisted, ignoring the weird looks from everyone. “You owe Dad some compensation! How about this—upgrade my new car with heated seats. It’s getting cold, and when I drive Dad around, he’ll be comfy.” 

“…” 

Adam and the others silently marveled. This girl’s shamelessness was next-level. Even Raj from The Big Bang Theory—the king of humblebrags—would tip his hat. His dad got him a BMW, sure, but heated seats? Pay for it yourself, kid! Stingy old man—push him hard enough, and Raj would’ve shelled out. 

“Enough!” the curvy woman snapped, sitting up straight in a huff. 

“Ow!” the bald guy yelped. 

“Hold still!” Adam said, dropping the gossip to step in. He steadied the woman. “We’re about to unhook you two—don’t move, got it?” 

Both nodded. 

“Christina, watch the screen and help me adjust the angle,” Adam directed. “Liz, Meredith—each of you hold one of Mr. Morse’s legs. Wait for my signal.” 

“Ma’am, I’ll lift and rotate you—stay calm, okay?” he added. 

Christina moved to the computer, studying the tangled rings on the screen, mentally mapping them to real life, ready to guide Adam like he was backing out of a tight parking spot. 

Liz and Meredith each grabbed a leg. 

“Liz, lift his leg to 20 degrees,” Adam said, running the simulation in his head. 

“20 degrees? Does it have to be exact?” Liz asked, struggling with the bald guy’s leg. 

“Ow!” 

“Ow!” 

Both the man and woman cried out in pain. 

“Just keep it steady—stop when I say,” Adam instructed, calculating the angle precisely. “Good—stop! Hold it there.” 

He reached out, cradling the curvy woman’s body, and began rotating her counterclockwise, slow and steady. 

On the screen, Christina watched the rings start to separate. “Almost there,” she said. 

“I’ve got it,” Adam replied—his mental 3D model was sharper than the computer’s. 

“OMG, Sonya!” 

“OMG, Adam—no, not now!” 

The big movements were too much for the couple to handle. The curvy woman, who’d been married to this guy for 19 years and secretly sparring with him for 5 more, snapped at him, terrified of an even worse scene unfolding in front of everyone. 

Her daughter was right there, after all. Understanding was one thing—watching it live was a whole other nightmare. 

But that outburst? It tipped Liz and the others over the edge—they cracked up. 

“Pfft!” 

“What are you doing?!” the daughter shouted, finally showing some real filial piety. “My parents are in pain, and you’re laughing?” 

“Sorry, sorry—we’re not laughing at that!” Liz said, pointing at Adam, who was still rotating the woman. “It’s just… we didn’t expect Mr. Morse to be an ‘Adam’ too. And, uh, your parents aren’t exactly in pain…” 

“…” 

Adam’s mouth twitched. “Dr. Stevenson, hold still and zip it!” 

“Yes, sir!” Liz chirped, snapping to attention. 

Chapter 520: Convinced from the Heart 

Medical Center. X-Ray Room. 

A hilarious scene unfolded in front of everyone. 

Adam was slowly turning a plump woman counterclockwise, fully aware of why Liz and the others were giggling. 

And honestly, he felt a little offended. 

The bald guy was also named Adam. 

It reminded him of his own bald dad, Bob—talk about an insult! 

The plump woman calling out that name in that tone at this moment? To Liz, who didn’t know the full story, it definitely sounded ambiguous. 

No surprise there—Liz and the crew immediately thought of that classic romantic movie famous for its “upside-down, all-around” position. When the “heroine” shouted a name they all knew, and the guy with that name was right there, holding her up and spinning her… 

Yeah, that’s the second offense!  

Good thing Adam was a pro. 

He didn’t let it get to him and kept his movements steady. 

“Almost there!”  

Christina, glued to the computer, chimed in, “3, 2, 1! Unhook!” 

“Oh! Sanya!”  

The bald guy let out a dazed grin. 

Beep beep beep. 

Beep beep beep. 

Suddenly, the monitor blared with an alarm. 

“Blue alert!” 

“He’s having a heart attack!” 

“Aortic tear! Notify the OR now—we’re heading there ASAP! He needs surgery pronto, or he’s a goner!” 

“Call Dr. Burke.” 

“Dr. Burke’s already in surgery.” 

“Call Dr. Green.” 

While performing CPR on the bald guy, Adam took charge. “Liz, Meredith, you stay here. Take this lady to Dr. Montgomery to deal with her dislodged IUD.” 

“Christina, you’re with me in the OR.” 

“Got it!”  

Christina was pumped. Heart surgery? Her favorite!

“Let’s roll, everyone.” 

Adam straddled the gurney, still doing CPR on the overexcited bald guy, and waved the team to rush toward the operating room. 

OR 2. 

“Dr. Green,” Christina said, flashing Leonard a讨好 smile. 

“Dr. Yang,” Leonard replied, glancing at Adam in the lead surgeon spot. He grinned, “I’ve got something else after this, so I can’t stay for the whole thing. You take first assist this time.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Green!”  

Christina was over the moon. 

Leonard stepped into the second assist role with a smile. 

He got it—he admired Adam’s approach. 

Every great doctor needs a solid team. 

And every chief surgeon needs a few trusted, top-notch doctors under them. 

Take Dr. Burke, Dr. Shepherd, and Dr. Montgomery with Chief of Surgery Richard, for example. 

Christina’s talent? Everyone knew she was a star. 

If Adam weren’t shining so bright, she’d probably be the top intern hands down. 

A doctor that good? Train her right, and she’s your right-hand woman. 

Normally, though, someone like her wouldn’t settle for playing second fiddle to a peer. 

Even a legend like Alice Grey couldn’t keep an exceptional guy like Richard fully in line. 

It works better when there’s a generational gap—like with Chief Richard and Dr. Burke—where one’s been the mentor and the other the student. 

That age difference makes it smoother. The junior has a shot at taking over once the senior steps down. 

But with Adam? He’s on another level. Crushing it as an intern and winning everyone over? Building a loyal team early? No problem at all. 

The ceiling for a great doctor is heading a subspecialty under general surgery. 

For an exceptional one, it’s Chief of Surgery. 

And Adam? He could totally aim for hospital dean someday. 

What dean doesn’t have a few trusted department heads in their corner? 

Without them, you’re toast—either clashing with your staff or getting steamrolled by the board. 

Only with enough key allies can you keep the lower ranks in check, fend off the board’s nonsense, and truly run the hospital with full control. 

In Good Doctor, the dean didn’t back Murphy—flawed as he was—against everyone’s objections just to “give hope” or “set an example,” like he claimed. 

No, his people straight-up asked him, “Is this your guy?” 

As long as Adam keeps growing fast and steady, even someone as talented as Christina has room to rise and become a loyal ally. No issue there. 

Leonard was pleased with Adam’s ambition and foresight—happy to see it play out. 

“Scalpel 10,” Adam said, reaching out to start the surgery, unfazed by the chatter. 

The procedure went smoothly. 

Then the small talk kicked in. 

“Ex-husband and ex-wife stuck together, huh?”  

Leonard, now clued in on the bizarre situation, didn’t look thrilled. “They’re divorced—why are they still hanging out every day? What, is that the only place with jobs?” 

Clearly, he was thinking of his precious eldest daughter. First, she marries that jerk Ross out of nowhere, then divorces him just as randomly. 

Now, because they still hang out all the time, she’s pregnant with his kid—Leonard’s first granddaughter—about to be born an illegitimate child! 

“After this, they’ll probably learn their lesson,” Adam said with a chuckle. “Who knows, maybe they’ll even remarry.” 

“Hmph!” Leonard scoffed. “Who’d want to remarry him?” 

Adam just smiled, letting it slide. 

“…What, has he hinted at that?”  

Leonard’s tough-guy act didn’t last—he couldn’t help himself. 

“Nope,” Adam said, grinning as he operated. “But I bet once I tell him about Mr. Morse’s story, he’ll feel totally different. 

His second ex-wife, Emily, already proved with her own blood that he wouldn’t leave his friend group—or Rachel—for his wife. 

So even if he and Rachel both start new families, hanging out daily? They’re bound to end up like Mr. Morse here. 

And when that happens, it’ll be Emma watching.” 

“He wouldn’t dare!” Leonard exploded. 

“He won’t,” Adam said with a laugh. “Plus, Rachel’s about to need induction. Maybe tonight he’ll propose—who knows?” 

“After this surgery, you go tell that idiot this story,” Leonard ordered. “There’s still time. If he proposes before Emma’s born and they marry right away—no illegitimate kid—I’ll forgive him.” 

“Proposing’s doable, but the wedding timeline’s tight, no?” Adam hesitated. 

“Tight how?” Leonard glared. “They already got hitched in Vegas once. This is a remarriage—just do a quick proposal, hit city hall, done. The big ceremony can wait. I don’t care if it happens or not.” 

“Makes sense…” Adam chuckled. “I’ll get city hall staff to come do an expedited house call for them.” 

“Good, good!” Leonard nodded, satisfied. 

First assist Christina, watching it all: “…” Totally convinced.  

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