**Chapter 216: The Fun of Studying Medicine**  

That evening. 

Everyone gathered together. 

This was the first time in over a month that Adam had joined them. 

"Well, well, if it isn't our busy man! What brings you here today?" 

Phoebe exaggeratedly teased when she saw Adam walk in. 

"I've just been really busy," Adam said with a smile. "But no matter how busy I am, I'd always make time for you." 

"Alright, I'll accept that reason." 

Hearing this, Phoebe immediately lit up, happily accepting the flattery. 

"Ross!" 

As soon as Chandler got home from work, he pushed the door open and saw Ross. He immediately shouted, "You betrayed me!" 

"What?" 

Ross was taken aback. He spread his hands in confusion and said, "When did I betray you?" 

"Do I need to remind you?" 

Chandler gave him a knowing look. "Our college brotherhood pact?" 

"Uh-huh." 

Ross's eyes flickered as he avoided Chandler's stare, looking a bit guilty. "Which brotherhood pact are you talking about?" 

"Meredith Grey." 

Chandler sneered, "Clearly, this isn't the first time you've broken it." 

"What are you guys talking about?" 

Rachel asked curiously. 

Adam explained the situation. 

Rachel and Phoebe exchanged strange glances at Ross, as if silently judging him. 

"I'm sorry." 

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Ross had no choice but to apologize. "I didn't mean to, but you know I really liked Meredith, and she liked me too." 

"Were you drinking?" 

Adam cut straight to the point. 

"Of course." 

Ross was momentarily stunned. "How could there not be drinking at a college party?" 

"You drank too?" 

Adam turned to Chandler. 

Chandler nodded. 

"What?" 

Now it was Ross's turn to be shocked. He pointed at Chandler. "You and Meredith?" 

"That's right!" 

Chandler tossed his head back dramatically. "We hooked up multiple times… in your science lab." 

"That's too much." 

Ross was furious. "You did that in my territory?!" 

And just like that, the two started arguing. 

Adam, however, didn't bother getting involved in who was right or wrong—because, clearly, Ross was in the wrong. 

As it turned out, Adam's assumptions weren't unfounded. 

The yet-to-be-seen Meredith Grey certainly lived up to Juno's description of her. 

A few drinks, and off came the pants. 

And in college, parties were everywhere. Where there were parties, there was drinking. 

Tsk, tsk. 

Suddenly, Adam lost all interest in Meredith's voice acting. 

First, there was her messy history with Chandler and Ross. 

Then, there was her even messier history with everyone else… 

Adam thought to himself: Nope, not getting involved. 

Even though it had been so long that he'd forgotten what Meredith, the female lead, even looked like, he vaguely remembered a classic scene. 

A doctor had an *indescribable* encounter with a nurse, caught an *unspeakable* disease, and before long, an entire line of hospital staff was waiting for testing… 

That had to be the worst portrayal of doctors and medical staff in history. 

Back in his past life, Adam had just watched that drama for fun, knowing how exaggerated it was. But now, living in this world of the TV show—and about to cross paths with that female lead—he couldn't help but feel a looming sense of dread. 

Now that he knew she was even more promiscuous than he'd imagined, the psychological damage was real. 

Even if her voice was uniquely magnetic, even if she was stunningly beautiful, Adam had zero interest. 

He didn't have some invincible immunity superpower… 

Better to stay clean, stay safe, and stay far away. 

Three times for emphasis: **Stay clean, stay safe, stay far away.** 

"Adam, what are you thinking about?" 

Rachel noticed Adam spacing out and asked curiously. 

"I know!" 

Phoebe exclaimed, "It must be something about medicine, right?" 

"Heh." 

Adam let out a dry laugh. There was no way he could say what was really on his mind, so he simply brushed it off. "Nothing much, just thinking about a question." 

"Do you have a lot of female classmates?" 

Monica joined the conversation. 

"Are they pretty?" 

Joey smirked. 

"There are actually quite a few." 

Adam chuckled. 

"Studying medicine must be really fun, right?" 

Phoebe sighed regretfully. "If I had the chance, I would've loved to be a doctor. *Dr. Phoebe Buffay*—wow, that sounds so impressive!" 

"Whether it's fun or not is relative. But the workload is absolutely exhausting." 

Adam smiled. "I'm actually one of the lucky ones—I still have time to hang out with you guys. Many of my classmates are completely consumed by their studies. One of the girls in my class, according to her own words, had so many breakouts it looked like a volcanic eruption. She didn't even have time to take care of it. She hadn't washed her clothes in a month." 

Another classmate bought a stopwatch to time every single activity, whether it was drinking coffee or going to the bathroom, just to make sure not a single second was wasted." 

"OMG!" 

Monica and the others were completely stunned. "That's insane!" 

"It really is." 

Adam continued, "You guys love coffee, right? Well, some of my classmates relied on it so much to stay awake that now the mere smell of coffee makes them nauseous." 

"Oh my God." 

Rachel gasped. "Thank goodness I didn't go to med school. That would've ruined my entire image." 

Her father, being a doctor, had always hoped one of his kids would follow in his footsteps. He had told her stories about the medical field before, but mostly the interesting and glamorous parts. 

If Leonard had ever shared the brutal reality of how he survived med school and residency, it wouldn't just have scared his pampered daughters away—it would have made *him* question if he'd do it again. 

So this was the first time Rachel was hearing about the real struggles of medical students, and she was *so* relieved she never pursued it. 

Breakouts, dirty clothes, bathroom time limits, coffee-induced nausea—it all sounded terrifying. 

"But once you get through it, it gets better, right?" 

Monica asked hesitantly. 

"Of course." 

Adam nodded, then smirked. "But med school is four years, followed by seven years of residency. So yeah, only after those eleven years will you *barely* be considered 'through it.'" 

"…" 

Everyone exchanged looks. 

They had heard Adam mention how long and intense med school was before, but they had never fully grasped what that meant. Their image of a doctor had always been someone in a white coat, respected and well-paid. 

But hearing Adam casually describe these extreme struggles suddenly made them realize how insane the workload actually was. 

And the fact that it lasted **eleven years**? That sent chills down their spines. 

This really was a path of no return. 

No wonder someone once said: *Convincing someone to study medicine should be punishable by lightning strikes!* 

"Are all the female med students like that?" 

Joey asked in disbelief. 

"Not all of them." 

Adam chuckled. "I'm talking about the majority—there are always exceptions." 

In fact, this only reinforced how unforgiving this world was for ordinary people. 

Most female med students were too overwhelmed to care about their appearance. Male students, too—some didn't even wash their clothes, just flipped them inside out to rewear. 

Otherwise, how could someone go a month without washing clothes? 

But Alice, Iliad, and a few others had none of these struggles. They showed up perfectly groomed every day and still ranked at the top of their class, making others envious beyond words. 

The rule of *looks determining everything* was in full effect. 

So unfair, but so true.