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Chapter 439: Major Accident 

In the early hours of the morning, Adam left the hospital and drove toward New Jersey. 

Ten minutes later— 

Beep beep. 

Beep beep. 

His pager went off. 

With a swift maneuver, Adam executed a sharp turn and headed straight back to the medical center. 

Code 911—absolute emergency. 

For a hospital to page an off-duty intern at this hour, it could only mean one thing: a major accident. One that required all hands on deck. 

Adam instinctively floored the gas pedal. 

A disaster meant a flood of patients. 

Lives were at stake. 

Theirs—and his. 

Six minutes later, Adam arrived at the medical center. 

Christina and the others were already there. 

Meredith, reeking of alcohol, leaned against the wall. Judging by her state, she had probably come straight from Joe’s Bar across the street. 

They were all in the middle of putting on surgical gowns. 

“What’s the situation?” Adam asked as he started suiting up as well. 

“A drunk moron decided to drag race against a train in the middle of the night. He crashed head-on, died instantly, and caused the train to derail. There were over three hundred passengers onboard. It’s reportedly a horrific scene.” 

As always, Christina had the scoop first. 

“…” 

Adam was speechless. 

Not just because of the reckless drunk who sealed his own fate. 

But also because of the excitement in Christina’s voice. 

Seriously, girl?! 

Sure, a wave of patients was about to come in. 

For once, interns wouldn’t need to suck up to their attending doctors to get hands-on experience. 

But at least pretend to have some empathy. 

Otherwise, people might start thinking you’re some kind of sociopath. 

“Christina,” Meredith slurred, still leaning against the wall, clearly not impressed by her friend’s attitude. 

“What?” Christina shrugged. “I’m a surgeon. I’ve been working non-stop for hours. The moment I heard the news, I wasn’t tired anymore. That’s good news for the patients. Don’t tell me you guys don’t feel the same way?” 

George and the others stayed silent. 

Because, truthfully, they did feel the same way. 

Even though they sympathized with the victims, deep down, they were also eager for the opportunity to prove themselves. 

Unlike Adam, they lacked his endurance. 

Right now, exhaustion was weighing on them heavily. 

But the anticipation of working on real cases suppressed their fatigue. In a way, that was beneficial for the patients. 

Adam cleared his throat. “It’s good that we’re alert—it’ll help the patients. But looking excited is a different story. Christina, tone it down. If a patient’s family sees you grinning like that, you might not just lose the chance to operate—you might get shot. Don’t push your luck.” 

Christina’s excitement vanished instantly. 

She had almost forgotten about that. 

The sharp clatter of high heels echoed through the hallway, drawing everyone’s attention. 

“What are you looking at?” 

Dr. Bailey appeared, dressed in a tight-fitting evening dress—an unusual look for her. She rolled her eyes at their surprised expressions. 

“Out at this hour, Dr. Bailey? A date, maybe?” Adam teased. 

“It’s my tenth wedding anniversary,” she replied while slipping into a surgical gown. “Got off work too late, so we had to celebrate at midnight. Any issues with that?” 

“None at all.” Adam grinned. “If every doctor had your level of discipline and dedication, we’d be in great shape.” 

Christina, George, and Liz: “…” 

Suck-up! 

“Exactly!” Christina immediately chimed in. 

Meredith, still tipsy, suddenly lost her smile. 

She felt personally attacked. 

“Enough chit-chat,” Dr. Bailey said, a flicker of amusement passing over her face. “Get ready. We’re about to get very busy.” 

Then she noticed Meredith’s drunken state and frowned. “Who else has been drinking?” 

Everyone shook their heads. 

“Good,” Bailey muttered before turning back to Meredith. “Grey, stay put. You’re not touching a patient.” 

“Then I might as well just go home,” Meredith mumbled, swaying slightly, a smug smile on her lips. 

“Oh, you wish.” Bailey scoffed. “We’re going to be working non-stop for the next few shifts. Unless you chugged an entire bottle, you’re getting an IV with vitamins. In a few hours, you’ll be sober, and then you’re back to work. Home? Please.” 

Adam and the others chuckled. 

“The rest of you, follow me. Get ready for patient assignments.” 

Bailey’s gaze lingered on Adam. “You take the lead and handle as much as you can.” 

“Yes, Dr. Bailey.” 

Everyone followed her into the emergency room. 

The ER was already chaotic—patients everywhere, doctors rushing in and out. More wounded were being wheeled in nonstop. 

“I’ve got a pregnant woman with severe burns. I need help!” Dr. Montgomery called out. 

Christina, George, and Liz all raised their hands at once. 

Even though they were Meredith’s friends and should be giving Montgomery the cold shoulder, the case was just too tempting. 

Bailey scanned the group and chose Liz. “You’re up.” 

Meanwhile, Adam had already jumped onto a gurney, performing life-saving procedures on a critical patient covered in blood. The medical staff wheeled them into a trauma room as he worked. 

This was a patient who would die without immediate intervention. 

After stabilizing them, he didn’t even glance at the system notification flashing +0.01—he had long since muted those. He was already moving on to the next emergency. 

Tonight was going to be a long one. 

During the chaos, he spotted something rare—a man and a woman, sitting on separate gurneys, but both impaled by the same steel rod. They were chatting and laughing as they were wheeled in. 

Adam was intrigued but was already handling another critical case. He could only watch as they were taken away. 

Radiology Room 

Dr. Burke and Dr. Shepherd had been called in by Dr. Bailey for a consult on the impaled couple. 

“…If we remove the steel rod, both could die. We need to extract one patient first, saw off the rod, and carefully remove it while managing the injuries. We might save one.” 

“But who do we save? And who do we sacrifice?” 

“She has a major arterial injury. Her chances of survival are slim. If we move her, he has a much better shot.” 

“But she’s talking, making jokes,” Meredith blurted out, unable to hold back. 

Her eyes locked onto Dr. Shepherd. 

Tonight, she had waited for him at Joe’s Bar, expecting answers. 

Was she really fighting to save the woman? 

Or was she talking about herself? 

Shepherd hesitated under her gaze. Then, his stance shifted. “Her injuries are more severe, but maybe we should try moving him first. See if we can save both.” 

“That’s impossible,” Burke countered. “If we do that, they’ll both die.” 

“Not necessarily,” Meredith interjected. “Adam might be able to do it!” 

Everyone froze. 

Chapter 440: The Flying Dragon’s Cloud-Seeking Hand  

Medical Center.  

Imaging Room.  

"Adam?"  

Everyone was momentarily stunned when they heard Meredith call out that name.  

"He's got a real talent for stopping bleeding," Dr. Shepherd said, his eyes lighting up as he recalled how Adam had pinpointed the source of arterial bleeding just by observing the blood spray pattern.  

"But this is a major artery. The moment we pull Bonnie off the steel rod, she'll lose a massive amount of blood…" Dr. Burke countered, but after a brief hesitation, he nodded. "Still, it’s worth a try. Page Duncan. No matter what, we have to act fast—both of their vitals are dropping, and they won’t hold on much longer."  

"I'll have a nurse page Duncan," Dr. Bailey said as she turned to leave.  

"I'll go find him myself," Meredith said, pushing an IV stand as she hurried toward the ER.  

Halfway there.  

Adam, who had just received a page and was rushing toward the imaging room, nearly collided with Meredith.  

"Adam!" she called out. "Bonnie needs you!"  

"What?" Adam didn't slow down. "Meredith, I just got an emergency call—I don’t have time."  

"That emergency call is for Bonnie!" Meredith quickened her pace to keep up. "She’s the girl impaled by the steel rod. Dr. Burke wants to prioritize saving Mr. Maynard, but Bonnie is kind, bright, and full of humor. She doesn’t deserve to be left behind. You have to save her!"  

"I’ll do my best."  

Adam nodded, picking up speed until he was running.  

"You have to save her!" Meredith could no longer keep up, but she still shouted after him, her voice hoarse. "Promise me…!"  

She couldn't shake the memory of when Bonnie and Maynard were first brought into the hospital.  

"Doctor, have you ever seen anything crazier than this?"  

Bonnie and Maynard had been impaled by the same steel rod, their bodies pressed together, their heads immobilized by medical staff to prevent further injury. When Meredith walked up to examine them, Bonnie smiled and asked her the question.  

"Uh… no," Meredith had admitted, still a little dazed.  

Dr. Bailey had shot her a sharp glare for that.  

"Are you guys gonna get us off this thing soon?" Bonnie had asked.  

When she learned it would take a while, she smiled again. "In that case, does anyone have a mint?"  

Meredith remembered that moment vividly. The entire room had gone silent.  

Maynard’s face darkened.  

In the U.S., it's common for couples to freshen their breath with mints or gum before an intimate moment—it’s a sign of respect for their partner.  

But in this situation, with their lives hanging in the balance, Bonnie asking for a mint… well…  

Emmm.  

Maynard, who was already dark-skinned, seemed to turn several shades darker.  

Fortunately, Bonnie was quick to clarify with a nervous chuckle, "It’s for me, not for you."  

That made Maynard burst into laughter.  

At that moment, Meredith had found Bonnie incredibly charming.  

A girl this full of life couldn’t just be left behind.  

Imaging Room.  

"…So that’s the situation. We have to remove Bonnie first before we can operate," Dr. Shepherd explained, looking at Adam expectantly. "What do you think?"  

"It’s possible," Adam said as he studied the X-rays, mentally reconstructing Bonnie’s internal anatomy. He zoomed in on the precise areas impaled by the steel rod, visualizing every detail.  

"As long as I remove her smoothly and quickly, then immediately use my hands to replace the steel rod—keeping her organs in place and preventing an arterial rupture—she has a real chance of survival."  

"You think you can pull that off?" Dr. Burke asked skeptically.  

"I can."  

Adam had already simulated the procedure in his mind, factoring in his speed and precision. With his heightened reaction time—almost like bullet time—the success rate was higher than most would expect.  

"But I recommend calling in Dr. Greene. Once I stabilize her, we’ll need an experienced cardiothoracic surgeon to take over. Dr. Burke, you’ll need to focus on saving Mr. Maynard."  

Dr. Shepherd could assist, but as a neurosurgeon, he wasn’t as skilled in this type of surgery as someone from cardiothoracics.  

"Agreed," Burke nodded.  

"I’ll call Dr. Greene right away!"  

Meredith, who had just arrived, brightened with hope at the possibility of saving Bonnie.  

"OR 1 is ready. I’ll go prepare," Dr. Bailey added before heading off.  

Senior residents were more than capable of handling things independently—there was no need for an attending to micromanage everything.  

"Let’s get to work," Dr. Burke said, nodding at Shepherd and Adam.  

Operating Room 1.  

"I still have a chance?" Bonnie asked, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice.  

She had already accepted her fate.  

She had seen the look in Dr. Burke’s eyes—she knew.  

When she had said, "Coming into the hospital like this, I wasn’t expecting to walk out," she had meant it.  

When Dr. Burke suggested removing her first to increase Maynard’s chances of survival, she had agreed without hesitation.  

And in her final moments, seeing Maynard insist on sacrificing himself to save her had been enough.  

"Of course," Adam said, meeting her gaze. "I’ll do everything I can."  

"I believe you," Bonnie said, tears mixing with her smile. "They told me you’re a miracle worker."  

"Then let’s make a miracle happen," Adam said, his voice steady.  

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The human will is a powerful thing.  

Patients with strong survival instincts tend to beat the odds.  

There have even been cases where people on placebos recovered better than those on actual medication—it’s proof that belief can influence the body’s response.  

And a doctor who inspires trust, who creates miracles, can make all the difference.  

"Duncan, are you sure you want to do this alone?" Dr. Burke asked.  

"Yes," Adam said, scanning the team of doctors who had been preparing to assist. "I have the strength. Doing it alone will be more precise."  

A typical doctor wouldn’t be able to remove Bonnie without causing additional damage—teamwork would be needed to compensate.  

But the more hands involved, the greater the risk of slight force misalignments.  

In a moment like this, precision was everything.  

"Alright, prep anesthesia," Dr. Burke ordered. "Greene, you lead Team One. We’ll take Team Two. Everyone, get ready. Duncan, you call the count."  

"Let’s make a miracle happen!" Dr. Greene said, energized.  

The anesthesiologist stepped forward, sedating both Bonnie and Maynard.  

"All set."  

"I’ll count to three," Adam said, wasting no time. "One… two… three!"  

All eyes were on his hands.  

Adam gripped Bonnie’s arms and, with one fluid motion, pulled her free.  

The speed was astonishing—before anyone could even react, his hands had already replaced the steel rod, pressing into her chest to stop the bleeding.  

Chapter 441: Full Power Surge 

Medical Center. 

Operating Room #1. 

"Ah!" 

In the observation room above, Meredith let out a startled cry. 

Adam was moving way too fast, his actions were intense, almost violent. 

How could Bonnie’s fragile body possibly withstand such force? 

And it wasn’t just Meredith— 

Even Leonard, who had absolute confidence in Adam, was momentarily stunned. 

"Dr. Green!" 

Time was critical. Adam immediately called out loudly. 

Leonard snapped out of it and rushed forward to begin the surgery. 

"Blood pressure is stable, heartbeat is normal!" 

A surgical nurse exclaimed in surprise, "The bleeding has actually stopped!" 

"Beautiful work!" 

Leonard couldn't help but praise Adam as he watched his hand embedded in Bonnie's chest. 

On the other side, Dr. Burke was using an electric saw to cut away the excess steel pipe so that Mr. Maynard could be laid down for surgery. 

Meanwhile, the second surgical team—doctors and nurses alike—couldn’t help but sneak glances at Adam’s hand. 

Just moments ago, they all thought they were seeing things. 

Now, they were completely stunned. 

Adam wasn’t just blindly improvising—he had truly stopped the arterial hemorrhage. 

It was absolutely unbelievable. 

But no one dared to question it. 

Because as soon as the steel pipe was cut away and Mr. Maynard was laid down, both emergency surgeries commenced simultaneously. 

Everyone became fully engrossed in their work. 

Originally, the priority had been to save Mr. Maynard because, compared to the seemingly lifeless Bonnie, his chances of survival were slightly higher. But that didn’t mean he was guaranteed to survive. 

And indeed, it was touch and go. 

The second team, led by Dr. Burke and Dr. Shepherd, faced one life-threatening crisis after another. 

Meanwhile, the first team had Leonard as the lead surgeon and Dr. Bailey assisting. 

There were also complications, of course— 

But surprisingly, fewer than those in the second team. 

As the surgeries neared their final stages, a collective sigh of relief spread through the room. Yet, everyone found themselves repeatedly glancing at Adam’s hand, which had remained in Bonnie’s chest throughout the procedure. 

"Adam, how did you do it?" 

Leonard voiced the question that was on everyone's mind while continuing the operation. 

"Nothing special." 

Adam chuckled. "Just three simple words—speed, precision, and stability." 

Everyone: "..." 

"Come on... give us a real explanation." 

Leonard sighed but still gave Adam the chance to bask in the moment. 

After all, they were on the same team. 

"There's really not much to explain." 

Adam clarified, "First, I simulated Bonnie’s injuries in my mind. Then, I assessed the angle of the steel pipe and extracted it in the most stable way possible to avoid unnecessary pressure. 

Once it was removed, I immediately used my hand to replace the steel pipe, accurately blocking the artery. Of course, all of this had to be done extremely fast. Luckily, my speed is decent." 

Everyone: "..." 

That actually made perfect sense! 

It really was just a matter of speed, precision, and stability. 

But aside from Adam, who the hell could pull that off? 

Lifting a person weighing over a hundred pounds with one hand and extracting a pipe at an exact angle without a millimeter of error? 

What kind of doctor even has that kind of strength? If they did, wouldn’t it make more sense to become a prizefighter and earn easy money? 

And replacing the pipe with his hand, precisely blocking the artery, relying purely on his vision and speed? 

If a doctor had that level of hand-eye coordination, wouldn’t they be better off becoming a world-class magician like David Copperfield? 

Not to mention... what the hell did he mean by "simulating the injuries in his mind"? 

"Adam, I think your bare-hand hemorrhage control should become an official medical technique." 

Leonard broke the silence with a completely serious expression. 

Adam simply gave a modest smile. 

This technique had the elegance of the "Flying Dragon Cloud Hand," the precision of "Dragon Claw Hand," and the effectiveness of "Acupuncture Point Sealing." 

He was quite proud of it. 

But this wasn’t some Eastern martial arts novel, so he couldn't name it something profound. 

"Hand of God" would be a decent alternative— 

But in this country, naming something after God was a great way to attract extremist attention, so it was best to let it go. 

The surgery lasted a long time— 

But in the end, both patients survived. 

Adam didn’t stick around to enjoy the praise. The moment he left the operating room, he jumped right into the next emergency case. 

There were over three hundred casualties from the derailed train. 

Given the efficiency of the American rescue system, at this point, many victims were probably just now being discovered and loaded onto ambulances. 

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Dr. Bailey wasn’t joking when she refused to let Meredith sleep— 

Every critical patient required multiple staff members. 

For cases like Bonnie and Mr. Maynard, entire teams of doctors and nurses worked for hours to save just two people. 

Meanwhile, those with milder injuries— 

Might have already deteriorated into critical conditions while waiting. 

The emergency room was in complete chaos, desperately needing more hands on deck. 

As Adam approached, he witnessed a tragic case unfold right before his eyes. 

A middle-aged African American woman, her hair styled in numerous small braids, was holding a constantly ringing phone but had stopped responding. 

When her friend nudged her— 

Thud. 

She collapsed onto the floor. 

"OMG!" 

Her friend screamed. "Somebody help! Doctor! Help!" 

Ironically, the friend who was now unconscious wasn’t even the injured one— 

She had been perfectly fine despite the disaster. 

Moments earlier, she had been busy answering calls from concerned family members, laughing and mocking the whole situation. 

She had even ridiculed the young doctors like George, calling them "kids" who had no business in medicine. 

She had been talking nonstop for hours, annoying not just the medical staff but even the other patients. 

Then, finally tired, she decided to rest her head on the bedside table— 

Still holding her phone, ready to resume her chatter at any moment. 

And just like that— 

Without warning— 

She never woke up. 

"Code Blue! I need assistance!" 

George, who was right beside her, immediately checked her condition and shouted. 

Adam quickly walked over, examined her, and shook his head. "She lost too much blood. She’s already gone. Call it." 

"Blood loss?" George was in disbelief. "I didn’t even see any external bleeding! She never mentioned anything. She wasn’t even a patient!" 

"Internal bleeding." 

Adam gave him a reassuring look. "It’s not your fault, George. Call it." 

"Time of death—8:23 AM." 

George checked the clock and made the announcement, his face blank. 

As much as he had despised her constant insults— 

At this moment, he wished she could wake up and keep complaining about how young he looked. 

"Don’t space out. Check on the others—make sure no one else is bleeding internally without realizing it." 

Adam gave him a nudge. 

"Oh—oh, right." 

George quickly responded. 

Adam, meanwhile, turned his full attention to the influx of new critical patients, his mind working at full speed as he scanned the emergency room for anyone else who might be at risk without knowing it. 

(End of Chapter)