Medical Center.

"What good surgery is waiting for you?"

Alex couldn't help but sneer when he saw Liz rushing towards him.

Although it was Liz who wiped his ass yesterday, he didn't appreciate it.

Because no matter what the process was, the result was that he was not only slapped in the face in public, but also severely punished.

For interns, they were already racing against time to enter the operating room to improve their surgical skills, but a year later, they passed the exam and officially underwent residency training.

He was not allowed to enter the operating room for two weeks, and could only have his rectum examined.

Now it's three weeks.

The progress was pulled down too much at once.

What about Leeds?

Not only did he have a thoracotomy, but he was also praised by Dr. Burke.

What's more, Liz and the others are close to Adam.

A friend of an enemy is also an enemy.

"Did you have any other wounds on that gunshot wound of yours? Did you ask him?"

Liz snapped.

"Hey, that's my patient!"

Alex exasperated, "I'm a doctor just like you! I know what I'm doing!"

"So you checked?"

Liz was also angry, and said angrily: "Are you sure? Just like you were so sure yesterday that I didn't call you?! If not, then go and check it out, once the patient has an infected wound, the stress reaction caused by the gunshot wound will aggravate the infection, and you may kill your patient!

Alex froze.

He's asking a fart!

He just remembered that he was talking nonsense with the other party and deepening his relationship, where did he think of asking about this?

In addition, African men believe in controlling pain, creating their own pain when there is no pain.

Even if he asked, the other party might not necessarily say it.

If it weren't for the gunshot wound, African-American men wouldn't have come to the hospital at all.

Then his face changed and he looked at the test report in his hand.

Liz snatched the test report and glanced at it, his face changing.

"There is a severe surge in the number of white blood cells, the number of white blood cells is 27, 16% of the banded neutrophils, which is significantly higher than the general stress response. ”

Doodle!

The pager rang at this point.

Alex took it out and looked at it, his face turned dark, and he didn't have the heart to argue with Liz anymore, and ran directly towards the African man's hospital room.

Leeds still didn't understand where Adam's guess was right, there was really a serious infection.

"Call Dr. Burke! Call Dr. Duncan!"

Liz gave the nurse an explanation and ran over.

in the ward.

"What's the situation?"

Alex pushed the room open and asked with a frown.

"I'm freezing to death, doctor, and I can't stop shivering. ”

The African-American man lay on his side, huddled in a ball, shivering.

Intimate titles such as 'brother' and 'Alex' are no longer called, and the real identity of the two is directly called.

He is the patient, and Alex is the doctor who should save him.

"Doctor, his body temperature has risen and his blood pressure has dropped. ”

The nurse reminded.

"Mr. Owens, do you have any other tattoos on your body, any recently?"

Liz, who came along, asked directly.

"Yes, there's a new tattoo on the calf. ”

The African-American man said in a trembling voice.

Liz opened it and looked at it, and his face changed dramatically.

I saw that there was a big spider printed on the other party's calf, but it was already a dead and badly rotten big spider.

“OMG！”

The African-American man also bent himself up and looked over, and then cried out in fear: "I haven't been so disgusting this morning." ”

"It's already heavily infected. ”

Alex complained, "Why didn't you say it earlier. ”

"It wasn't much at the time. ”

The African-American man didn't dare to look anymore and lay back down, closing his eyes and shivering.

"What's the situation?"

That's when Adam walked in.

"What are you doing here?"

Alex's face turned pale.

"I called him. ”

"Adam foresaw this possibility, and if he had been Mr. Owens' bedside doctor, this would not have happened," said Leeds. ”

"I can handle my patients myself. ”

Alex yelled.

"Adam, what are we going to do?"

Leeds asked Adam as he walked up to the African-American man and said, "Mr. Owens, your infection is very serious, and I strongly recommend that you let Dr. Duncan take care of your injuries before Dr. Burke arrives." ”

"He's a piece of, he's just an intern like me......"

Alex sneered.

"I agree, let Dr. Duncan be my bedside doctor. ”

The African-American man didn't support Alex at the beginning, and directly said something that made Alex stunned.

If he had known that his condition was so serious in the first place, he would have definitely listened to Dr. Burke and made Adam his bedside doctor.

Anything that doesn't kill me, makes me stronger'.

What 'only by killing me can I throw in the towel'.

That's bragging before he was on the verge of death.

His current lung capacity is even difficult to breathe, and what kind of bragging is he.

There is a great fear between life and death.

Fear of death is a human instinct.

Righteousness, good feelings, or something is bullshit!

Whoever is most likely to save him is God!

Alex is clearly not.

"Call Dr. Burke. ”

"It's already called. ”

"Continuous call!"

"Antibiotic injections!"

"The patient already has symptoms of multi-organ failure, secondary infection caused sepsis, immediately sent to the intensive care unit, assisted breathing, adrenaline ready!"

After the African-American man gave up Alex and chose him, Adam began to take command.

Although he was unhappy with the attitude of African American men at the beginning, it was Adam's basic principle to cure the sick and save lives and increase life.

For him, the African-American man is just a tool to increase his first aid experience and life points.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.

Business is business!

Besides, with the condition of African men, even if it is cured, most of them are useless.

It's okay not to lie on the hospital bed in the future, but I still want to continue to play wrestling and bragging, and I want to eat fart.

In the United States, I lost my job and my source of income, even if I survived, what would it be like......

In the hospital in the world of American dramas, film and television dramas, the legend of the Angel of Death has always been circulating.

It is said that some medical workers, who are extremely emotional or mentally ill, carry out humanitarian murders against patients who are seriously ill and whose life is worse than death, in order to relieve their suffering.

Of course, many times, it is these patients who don't want to live but can't do it themselves, or can't do anything about it, ask for it themselves.

One syringe of morphine, and it does it all.

But this is a serious crime, and there are very few people who are willing to take such a big risk to help a patient do so.

And you can't figure out who is emotionally helpful and who is mentally ill.

Once he encounters a mental problem, no matter whether the patient really wants to die or not, as long as he thinks you want to die, he will do it.

That's just a terrifying Grim Reaper killer, not an Angel of Death.

Even if you really want to help a patient, if you have too many times and too much pressure, you will inevitably have mental problems.

Therefore, it makes sense that the law does not allow doctors to help patients euthanize.

Because you can't figure out if the doctor is selfish or not.

The Angel of Death is hard to find.

If African-American men survive, they would have to lie in a hospital bed, enduring physical pain while watching their lives crumble little by little.

When the time comes, I am afraid that African men will pray to meet their own angel of death.

Alex is associated with death, but it is impossible to ask him to take such a big risk for an African-American man and be an angel.

The title of Grim Reaper may be more suitable for him.