Medical Center.

Cafeteria.

Liz's face turned red with frustration. She wanted to argue back, but when she met Adam's cold and sharp gaze, she instinctively lowered her head, unable to maintain eye contact. She murmured softly, "I understand..."

Aura is a mysterious thing.

It cannot be seen, yet it undeniably exists.

A person with a strong aura can influence those around them with just a look, an expression, or a single sentence—sometimes profoundly.

As a system-enhanced transmigrator, Adam's physical abilities had undergone a drastic transformation since crossing over, steadily advancing towards a superhuman level.

With immense wealth backing him, along with long-term companionship with Juno, Karen, and Heather—honing his skills in hunting and dissection—he had recently even performed real surgical procedures. His aura had naturally acquired a unique quality.

Most of the time, he was calm and composed, friendly to all. But when angered, he made sure everyone knew exactly where they stood.

On the other hand, Saintly Liz, despite her emotional nature and self-imposed moral high ground, had an aura that was nothing but an illusion—merely a product of her own imagination.

Under normal circumstances, this wasn't obvious. But when confronted with someone like Adam, her flimsy sense of righteousness was easily shattered.

If people acknowledge you, you're a saint.

If they don't... well—

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

At that moment, the pager clipped to Adam's waist buzzed, notifying him of a new task.

Glancing at it, he stood up and left.

"Tsk, tsk, such a commanding presence," remarked Alex from another table, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"That's not about presence—it's about standing firm in his convictions!" Bianca retorted. "Was Adam wrong? Who has the right to interfere with his choices? If it were you, would you like someone dictating your actions under the banner of morality?"

"I didn't—" Liz didn't dare argue with Adam, but Bianca was not Adam, so she instinctively defended herself. "I just thought she was pitiful and wanted to help..."

"Helping someone means forcing others to contribute?" Bianca sneered. "A normal person who wants to help would think of ways to do it themselves first."

"Alright, Liz meant well."

Meredith tried to smooth things over. "She just expressed it poorly."

"We know you're defending Adam," Christina teased. "Liz already admitted she understood, and Adam accepted it. No need to get worked up."

"Hmm?"

Meredith and the others immediately perked up, sensing gossip in the air.

Emergency Room.

An ambulance arrived.

A stretcher was swiftly wheeled in, carrying a patient as the medical team rushed into the hospital.

"What's the situation?"

Adam stepped forward, examining the patient while questioning the paramedics.

"One-year-old infant found unresponsive in their crib, unable to receive IV fluids," a paramedic reported quickly.

"What was the condition upon your arrival?"

Adam pressed further.

"No spontaneous breathing, cyanosis, pulse at 200—extremely weak."

The paramedic efficiently relayed the vital signs.

"Call Dr. Lewis."

Adam habitually instructed the nurse.

As an intern, it was protocol to notify the senior resident before proceeding with treatment. If the situation was critical and the resident had yet to arrive, only then could an intern act independently.

The senior resident in the ER was Dr. Susan Lewis—an experienced doctor. With Adam being temporarily assigned to the ER under Dr. Chenney's orders, he was currently shadowing Dr. Lewis.

"Already called," the nurse responded.

Adam nodded and turned to the young, anxious parents.

"Has your child been sick recently?"

"No!"

"Taken any medication?"

"No!"

"Any recent injuries?"

"None!"

As they spoke, the team reached the treatment room.

Adam placed his stethoscope on the infant's chest to listen, while the nurse followed protocol, connecting the baby to monitors and reporting in real time.

"Try to find a vein."

"No access, sinus rhythm, heart rate 180."

Adam lifted the baby and began manual CPR.

"Laryngoscope!"

"Curved forceps!"

After a round of emergency care, Adam put the infant down and called out.

The nurses immediately handed him the laryngoscope and curved forceps.

Adam inserted the laryngoscope into the baby's mouth, opening the throat and using the built-in light to check for obstructions. He held the forceps in his other hand, ready to extract anything blocking the airway.

Everyone in the room held their breath, watching Adam work.

The young parents trembled, covering their mouths to avoid making a sound that might disrupt their child's treatment.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

"Found it!"

Adam murmured, pulling out a shiny object with the forceps.

"It's an earring!"

Everyone exhaled in relief. The worst-case scenario had been not finding the cause at all.

"Give her assisted ventilation!"

Adam ordered.

The nurse moved quickly.

"Blood sugar levels?"

"Twenty!"

"I need an 18-gauge spinal needle—insert into the intraosseous space. Prepare glucose!"

"Glucose IV is ready."

Adam placed the stethoscope on the infant's chest again.

"Stop ventilation."

Waaah!

A loud cry echoed in the room.

"Ah!"

The young parents sobbed, overcome with emotion.

"Run blood gas analysis, chest X-ray, complete blood count, and metabolic panel," Adam instructed the nurse before turning to the teary-eyed parents with a smile. "She's going to be okay. You can come see her now."

"Thank you!"

"Thank you so much!"

The relieved parents hurried to the bedside, repeatedly expressing their gratitude.

Out of the corner of his eye, Adam noticed ER resident Dr. Susan Lewis standing by the doorway. He quickly approached her and reported the case.

"You did great. You saved her," Dr. Lewis said approvingly, breaking into applause.

Clap, clap, clap!

She was soon joined by the nurses.

ER nurses are seasoned professionals.

They were used to guiding wide-eyed, clueless interns through their first cases. But witnessing an intern handle an emergency with such precision was rare.

Even compared to senior residents, Adam's composure rivaled that of the esteemed Dr. Duncan.

In a hospital where skill and expertise reign supreme, competence is the ultimate power—and Adam was already a shining presence.

The combination of his talent and authority...

Tonight, many would struggle to sleep.

And many more would find comfort dreaming of Adam...

Adam felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Compared to his earlier victory as the "Thunder King," this kind of rescue was far more intense, thrilling, and rewarding.

The admiration of those around him and the system's +0.01 notification filled him with joy, completely washing away the lingering disgust from his earlier clash with Saintly Liz.

As the saying goes: The joy of saving lives is incomparable. Compared to this, what is Eastern Evil or Western Venom? Medicine is the true divine path!

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