Daily American Drama

the next day.

medical center.

What's wrong?

Christina was uninterested in dealing with the case at hand.

Since the hospital's surgical resident training charter was changed, it is impossible for junior residents to concentrate on the specialties they are interested in.

The comprehensive rotation system of each department has been re-operated to cultivate a wider range of skills for residents, so as to prevent unnecessary mistakes from being confined to one corner.

And Christina was sent to the emergency department today to deal with general emergency patients.

You forgot, Adam asked me to see a dermatologist.

Meredith struggled, I don't want to be a dermatologist!

Give!

Christina directly patted a medical record in her hand: This is yours, go now.

I told you, I don't want to go.

Meredith groaned.

Then you promised Adam last night?

Christina asked out the words of hatred.

...

Meredith was speechless.

She couldn't say she was a little afraid of Adam, could she?

What case is this?

She didn't want to explain, so she could only look through the medical records helplessly.

A patient with tender erythema from upper chest to left arm.

Christina said with a look of regret: I called Sloan. I thought it might be flesh-eating bacteria, but unfortunately he said no.

If it is flesh-eating bacteria, it may have to be amputated.

She likes this best.

Probably just dermatitis.

Meredith flipped through the medical records and came to her own conclusions.

hehe.

Christina smiled.

What's wrong?

Meredith looked up puzzled.

Adam was right.

Christina joked: You might really be a dermatologist.

Tut tut.

See if you haven't gone by now and have a dermatologist's mind.

Just dermatitis?

boring!

I'm just stating the facts.

Meredith laughed angrily at her best friend: Medical freshmen have learned one of the simplest medical sayings.

When you hear hoofbeats, think of horses, not zebras.

Don't complicate simple issues.

Because intractable diseases are rare after all.

Are we still freshmen in medicine?

Christina asked back.

...That can't be fooled.

Meredith said unhappily: Could it be that your behavior of thinking that everything you hear for the operation is a zebra is an authentic surgeon's thinking?

Christina nodded her nose, indicating that Meredith was right, and then mocked.

Dr. Gray, hurry back to your dermatology department, get some skin cream, and save this patient.

...

Meredith was almost pissed off by her best friend.

I really want to smash the medical records in my hand, and then yell: My mother is also a surgeon, not some shitty dermatologist.

But Adam's expressionless face flashed in his mind, and he felt terrified, so he could only take the medical records and go to the dermatology department.

That's right!

is looking for!

The hospital is so big, she used to look down on other departments at all, how could she ever go to the dermatology department.

After searching left and right, he finally saw the consulting room marked with the Department of Dermatology. Meredith pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as she entered, she immediately felt a different atmosphere.

It's so quiet here.

What caught the eye was a light yellow. Under the morning light, the light yellow work uniforms of the medical staff seemed to be covered with a layer of halo.

Hi.

At the nurse's desk, a young blond beauty smiled at her dazedly, I'm Dr. Peyman, what can I do for you?

Uh, yes.

Only then did Meredith come back to her senses, and walked over with the medical records: Where can I get the skin cream?

Our nurse seems to be very busy.

Dr. Peyman, a blonde beauty, looked at it and said, If you're not in a hurry, I can get it for you.

certainly.

Meredith naturally had no objection.

She came here with an observation mission.

Although she disdains being a dermatologist, she must be mentally prepared to change careers when she thinks of Adam's attitude.

Now that there is a good reason and a good opportunity to observe, she will naturally not refuse.

While you wait, would you like some raspberry juice?

Dr. Peyman, the blond beauty, raised the juice in hand and said enthusiastically.

Uh, okay.

Meredith froze and gave her a strange look.

I wondered in my heart whether this was Adam's greeting in advance, hoping to make her interested in dermatology by this small means.

Otherwise, this is a hospital, and these doctors are so busy all day long, how can they drink delicious fruit juice every day they go to work.

Just as Dr. Peyman, the blond beauty, was pouring Meredith bright red raspberry juice.

A handsome man wearing the same light yellow overalls came over, reached out and grabbed Dr. Peyman's vacant left hand, and began to knead without hesitation.

Hi Chris.

The blond beauty greeted the other party as usual, raised her left hand halfway like Lafayette, and let the other party knead.

The other hand passed the raspberry juice to Meredith. Seeing Meredith's strange eyes, he quickly explained with a smile, Don't mind Chris, he is my massage therapist.

Your... what?

Meredith was dumbfounded.

We are doctors.

Dr. Peyman, a blonde beauty, explained with a smile: Our hands do delicate work, and it's important to keep them healthy.

So we brought in Chris for massages and as soon as we were free he would come over and help us massage and maintain our doctor's hands.

...Every doctor in charge has a massage?

Meredith looked down at her own hands, then at the blonde beauty Dr. Peyman's hands, which were obviously not maintained at that moment, and then looked back at the surroundings, saying incredulously.

Oh, of course not.

The blond beauty Dr. Peyman waved her hand quickly.

I'll just say it.

Meredith breathed a sigh of relief: How is that possible.

If every doctor in charge of dermatology has it, then she will doubt her life.

This blond beauty, Dr. Peyman, should be someone with a background.

Ok.

Just like Adam.

Thinking of Adam's over-the-top custom medical gear, Meredith was relieved.

But only for that moment.

Because she was stunned by the other party's words afterwards.

of course.

The blond beauty Dr. Peyman and Meredith are of course not talking about the same thing. She smiled and said, The attending doctor of the dermatology department has other massage therapists...

Then she glanced at the masseuse who was giving her a massage, and gave Meredith the look of those massage therapists are better than him: Chris is just helping the residents.

...

Meredith was shocked again and again, almost numb, and after a while he said with his tongue out, You, are you a resident doctor?

the first year.

Dr. Peyman, a blonde beauty, smiled triumphantly, I like this place so much.

...

Meredith was completely speechless.

A doctor who enjoys this unimaginable working state for a long time is just an intern who just came in?