Medical Center.

Emergency Room.

"Barney!"

Hearing that familiar, exaggerated voice, Adam looked over. Sure enough, it was Barney.

"What happened to you?"

Walking over, Adam sighed and said, "Don't tell me you also participated in the Death Baby Bike Race?"

"Why not?"

Lying on a stretcher, Barney gazed dramatically upward at a 45-degree angle and mused, "What a fun race—free and uninhibited…"

"In what world does 'free and uninhibited' mean wearing an expensive suit while riding a bicycle in a race?"

Adam interrupted, "Speak like a normal person!"

"There was a really pretty girl there. I made a bet with her—if I could make it to the final party, she'd agree to go on a date with me."

Barney nodded with a smug smile. "It was a challenge, and Barney Stinson never backs down from a challenge… Ahhh!"

Before he could finish, he let out a pained scream.

"Does it hurt?"

Adam withdrew his hand from Barney's wound.

"Of course, it hurts!"

Barney shouted.

"Good."

Adam nodded seriously. "Anywhere else?"

"…"

Barney felt Adam's malicious intent. He had no doubt that if he mentioned another injury, Adam would press on that spot too.

"Fracture in the lower left leg."

After checking, Adam said, "Nurse, call the orthopedic surgeon."

"Okay, Dr. Duncan."

A nurse responded and walked away.

"Wow, Dr. Duncan~"

Barney looked at Adam as if discovering a whole new world.

Adam ignored him and moved on to the next patient.

By midday, a flood of patients had overwhelmed the hospital, which was running at full capacity.

Adam treated several critical cases—all innocent victims of the Death Baby Bike Race. One of them had already been declared dead after unsuccessful resuscitation.

Everyone missed their lunch break because there was no time to eat.

The work continued into the night.

"Adam, is Barney okay?"

Ted and the others had rushed over after hearing the news.

"He's fine."

Adam said casually, "Lower leg fracture. He'll recover in two or three months."

"That's serious! How is that 'fine'?"

Ted was shocked.

"He brought it on himself."

Adam's tone was indifferent. "Who told him to participate in that stupid race?"

Ted frowned.

Lily stopped him, then looked at Adam with concern. "Are you okay, Adam?"

"I'm fine."

Adam shook his head, but his mood was low.

Seeing Lily and Marshall still looking at him with concern, Adam hesitated, then sighed.

"Do you guys know that because of this race, two innocent bystanders have died? They had wives, children… they were the pillars of their families."

"What?!"

Lily gasped.

Ted's expression changed. Now, he understood why Adam was acting this way.

"Barney deserves it!"

Lily's eyes turned red. "Two happy families—completely shattered just because of idiots like them having 'fun'!"

In the U.S., people rely heavily on credit and live paycheck to paycheck, so they have little to no savings. During economic crises, large numbers of people lose everything overnight—it's a classic case of living one step from paradise and one step from hell.

For the two innocent victims who died, if they had life insurance, at least their families would have some support.

If they didn't… their widows and orphaned children would be in real trouble.

Throughout the day, the hospital staff kept saying the same thing:

"Tomorrow, I'm definitely getting insurance."

That showed just how deeply this tragedy affected them.

"You think that's bad?"

Adam's face remained emotionless. "One of the two didn't die on the spot. Instead, he was hit by a motorcycle trying to avoid the swarm of cyclists. He fell into a deep coma and was declared brain-dead."

"The doctors called his wife and daughter, explained the situation, and asked if they would donate his organs."

"They started with the major organs—heart, lungs, liver, kidneys."

"Then came the corneas, because corneal transplants could restore sight to blind patients."

Lily's grip on Marshall's hand tightened.

"And then?"

She asked, her voice trembling.

"Then… they asked for his skin."

Adam's tone was flat. "Because his skin could help burn victims."

"What?!"

Lily, Marshall, and Ted exclaimed in unison.

"That's so cruel!"

"How would they even hold a funeral?"

"How could they ask a grieving widow and her child something like that?!"

Adam sighed.

"The female doctor who was originally handling it couldn't face their tearful questioning and stepped back. She asked me to talk to them."

That female doctor was Cristina.

She was so proactive about it because the brain-dead man's heart was a perfect match for a VIP patient of the surgical director.

If the wife and daughter agreed to donate, Cristina would get to participate in the transplant surgery—an opportunity to impress the surgical director and advance her career.

To make it happen, she and 'Saint' Liz even went against the orders of Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Burke.

They didn't wait the required six hours before declaring him dead. Instead, while his condition was critical, they forcefully gave him a blood transfusion and, with the surgical director's help, preserved his body for the heart transplant.

Yet, even someone as cold and career-driven as Cristina couldn't bring herself to face the grieving family in the end. That said everything about the tragedy.

"You… you actually went?"

Lily's eyes filled with tears. "Don't tell me you went."

"I did."

Adam sighed. "As cruel as it was, the truth is… his body could save many others. It was the right thing to do. As a doctor, the least I could do was try to comfort them."

After taking on this tragedy, Adam had already decided—once he found out more about the family's situation, if they had no insurance, he would secretly provide financial help.

This wasn't like those who brought disaster upon themselves. When he encountered cases like this, and if he had the means, he couldn't just stand by. Helping in secret was the least he could do.

Even if such good deeds barely earned him any extra lifespan points, he would do it—if only to clear his conscience.

"They agreed in the end?"

Lily sobbed.

"They did."

Adam's face remained blank. "The worst part? They were crying… while the ones responsible for this were laughing."

"A bunch of cyclists were yelling for doctors to stitch them up quickly so they could get back to this 'epic event.'"

"Some of them were even flirting with female doctors, forcing kisses on them like some kind of 'charming rogues.'"

"And our dear Barney? Even though he's lying in bed with a broken leg, I bet you anything—he's still trying to hit on the nurses and doctors."

"Damn Barney! Damn that Death Baby Bike Race!"

Lily cursed through her tears.

Marshall and Ted were silent.

Yeah, Barney would absolutely do something like that.

Before, they had envied his carefree, adventurous lifestyle.

But after hearing Adam's account of this human tragedy…

That feeling was completely gone.

Now, it just felt disgusting.