The next day.

Early morning.

Adam drove Bianca to work.

By now, the entire hospital had heard about their relationship.

After today, the rumors would be even more solidified, leaving many female doctors and nurses heartbroken.

But Adam saw this as good news, so he didn't bother clarifying that they were more than friends but not quite lovers yet.

Bianca, who appeared quiet on the outside but was wild at heart, didn't care either.

Not everyone had Adam's energy—to work 14-hour days, seven days a week, and still have time for anything else.

Many interns were single, relying on bars to release their hormones in fleeting encounters.

Dating and relationships were just too time-consuming and exhausting.

For Bianca, having Adam as a steady companion—going to and from work together—and being such an exceptional person was something everyone dreamed of.

"Shit!"

Adam suddenly slammed on the brakes.

"What's wrong?"

Bianca, in the passenger seat, was startled.

"Some reckless cyclists."

Adam responded quickly, and that was all he needed to say.

Bianca immediately understood.

A swarm of cyclists flooded the road, charging forward recklessly.

Each rider pedaled furiously, shouting wildly, exuding an untamed, free-spirited energy.

"Damn it! It's the Death Babies race!"

Adam cursed.

The chaotic wave of cyclists passed, leaving a mess behind—several riders groaning on the ground, having been kicked down by competitors.

"We should hurry to the hospital; it's going to be a busy day."

"Aren't we going to help them?"

Bianca pointed at the injured riders writhing in pain.

"No need."

Adam glanced at them indifferently, then stepped on the gas, heading toward the hospital.

"Someone will come for them. Since they chose to ignore others' safety and act recklessly, a little suffering is the least they deserve."

"I just hope no bystanders were hurt."

Bianca didn't press further.

She wasn't a saint.

"How could there not be?"

Adam sighed.

"I just hope there are fewer innocent victims."

The Death Babies race was an illegal underground cycling competition that had been held in New York for years.

The only rule was that there were no rules.

It was an unrestricted, no-holds-barred race—whoever reached the finish line first won.

Racers would kick each other mid-ride, recklessly weaving through traffic, completely disregarding their own lives.

And for what?

Just the glory of winning and a free bottle of tequila at the victory party.

At the Medical Center

By the time Adam and Bianca arrived, the entire hospital was on high alert.

"Thank God you two made it safely."

Shani let out a deep sigh of relief upon seeing them.

"Today is Death Babies race day—it's dangerous out there. We've already had reports of injured medical staff. The ER is about to be flooded with patients."

"Adam, Bianca, both of you head to the ER. Suture quickly, discharge quickly. If it's serious, send them to the OR. No fighting over patients, understood?"

"Understood."

Adam and Bianca nodded in unison.

In the ER

"You're all here."

"Of course."

"No stealing my patients."

"First come, first served."

Nearly all 20 surgical interns had arrived, already dressed in disposable surgical gowns, standing in the ER, ready for action.

Adam glanced at Meredith—she looked radiant.

He smirked.

He had never lost a bet before.

If he were as sleazy as Alex or as much of a playboy as Barney, he could probably land a different date every night just from winning bets.

Meredith avoided his gaze, pretending not to see him.

It wasn't her fault—she just couldn't control the surge of emotions inside her.

Dr. Shepherd was like a celestial being to her.

So handsome, so untouchable, in every possible way…

"Here they come!"

The ER doors burst open, and paramedics rushed in with stretcher after stretcher.

"They're like blood-soaked candies—amazing."

Cristina's eyes gleamed as she fixated on the incoming patients.

"OMG, this one's mine."

When a critically injured, unconscious patient was wheeled in, Cristina called dibs and rushed over.

"No, I saw him first!"

Even the ever-compassionate Liz momentarily abandoned her saintly persona and lunged forward.

For an ambitious surgical intern, today was a golden opportunity.

With so many patients, not only would they get to perform countless sutures, but many severe cases would require surgery, giving them a chance to get into the OR.

And getting into the OR depended on claiming a critical patient. Once they took responsibility for a case, they could follow it into surgery as per the attending's protocol.

That's precisely why their resident supervisors had warned them in advance—no fighting over patients.

But as Lu Xun once said:

"The most profitable trades are all listed in the criminal code."

Their bosses' warnings were, in a way, a reminder—those who hadn't caught on before quickly realized and joined in.

"That one's mine!"

Meredith snapped out of her dreamy haze about last night's encounter with Mr. Fantasy and zeroed in on a patient with metal rods impaling his waist.

"You'll have to go through me first."

Alex lunged forward.

Meredith followed suit.

A tug-of-war over patients ensued.

No fighting over patients?

Are you seriously telling me how to do my job?

"Give me something for the pain—this hurts like hell!"

A middle-aged office worker, clearly an innocent bystander caught in the chaos, groaned as he was wheeled in.

Adam immediately stepped up.

"What's his condition?"

The two cops who had brought him in were too busy chatting to bother answering.

Adam wasn't surprised.

He got straight to work, reassuring the patient.

"We'll give you something for the pain. Hang in there."

"Nurse!"

As soon as Adam called, several nurses rushed over, making the other interns envious.

They were all swamped, desperately needing nurses to assist them.

Yet, unlike their usual grumbling and complaints, the nurses responded to Adam without hesitation, eager to help.

Comparisons are cruel.

"Notify ortho—we've got an open fracture."

"Got it, Dr. Duncan."

A nurse immediately ran off.

"Administer a tetanus shot and five milligrams of morphine."

Another nurse sprang into action.

After quickly stabilizing the patient, Adam scanned the room.

Unlike Cristina and the others, who were fighting over severe cases, Adam specifically chose patients who were clearly innocent victims.

He wanted to help them first.

Of course, he didn't say this out loud—otherwise, he might get into trouble.

After all, a doctor was supposed to treat all patients equally.

"Adam!"

Suddenly, a loud, familiar voice rang out, causing Adam's eye to twitch.

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