American drama of life

Chapter 11 The Disfigured Firefighter
St. Grace's Hospital, New York.

Luke walked into the emergency room after pointing out what seemed to be another deadly question that a rookie intern who came in through the back door had to say.

"Dr. Green, how is Mr. Michael?"

Luke and Dr. Green said hello.

"Out of danger."

Dr. Green nodded and smiled, then patted Luke on the shoulder.

Luke's heart is full of joy.

He knew that because of his embarrassment, Dr. Green couldn't encourage him in public for this inappropriate behavior beyond the medical staff, but he was relieved that he really saved a patient.

A pat on the shoulder is already the biggest affirmation for him.

"Dr. Green, the dispatch center has notified that a firefighter is being brought in and his face was scalded by hot steam."

Timmy, the little brother at the front desk, answered the phone and raised his voice to remind.

"okay, I get it."

Dr. Green nodded, glanced at Luke, put on the surgical gown, and greeted him.

Luke followed.

While waiting outside the emergency room, Luke's mind was full of thoughts.

They say fire and water are ruthless.

Hot steam is simply doubly ruthless.

He knew how cruel it was to burn his face with hot steam.

But when the ambulance arrived, the firemen's painful wailing pierced through the alarm bell. When the fire truck followed closely behind, the firefighters with gray faces got out of the car in worry, when the back door of the ambulance opened. , the female first aid staff colleague suppressed her tears and quickly reported the emergency situation to Dr. Green, and Luke knew that his imagination was imagination after all.

Imagination in written language cannot truly portray that cruelty.

Luke stood aside, watching Dr. Green quickly give instructions while examining, and pushed the pusher to the emergency room. The firefighter whose face was scalded by the hot steam flashed before his eyes.

The only thing exposed outside the fire suit was a patch of scarlet.

The emergency department only stabilized the condition, and the firefighter who was scalded by the hot steam was quickly taken to the operating room.

"Being a doctor can save people. You have that talent, so think about it."

After Dr. Green handed over the patient, he saw Luke standing there with a dignified expression, came over, couldn't help but said another sentence, and then walked away with a sigh without waiting for Luke's reply.

A group of firefighters stood in the corridor outside the operation and were reluctant to leave. After being repeatedly urged, they came to the waiting area to wait.

Firefighters who changed into their uniforms after get off work kept coming.

These are the teammates of the scalded firefighter.

Everyone sat there silently waiting.

It was late at night.

"Doctor, how are you?"

When a beautiful female doctor came over, a group of waiting firefighters immediately stood up and gathered around.

"The surgery was a success."

The beautiful female doctor said indifferently: "But she has not completely escaped the danger of life, and has been transferred to the ICU intensive care unit."

After speaking, he nodded to the crowd, turned around and left.

Everyone filed out of the intensive care room and looked inside through the glass.

"Dr Rice is the best surgeon and we have to trust her and Tommy will be fine."

A leading middle-aged man, looking around the crowd, said in a deep voice, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so go back and rest."

The crowd slowly dispersed.

Luke was always there, but he didn't step forward.

After the crowd dispersed, I walked to the outside of the intensive care unit. I looked inside through the glass, and I saw that the scarlet was gone. The sight was all white gauze, tightly wrapped, only the beating monitoring equipment reminded me. To the world, he is still alive.

"What a hero."

At this moment, a nasty voice sounded in Luke's ear, and he turned his head to see that Alex Clive, a rookie intern, looked at the firefighters in the intensive care unit, but said yin and yang in his mouth. : "I heard you want to be a firefighter too, I hope you can be a hero too~"

"I may not be such a hero, but I have more courage than you!"

Luke said lightly.

"What did you say?!!!"

Alexton broke again and blushed.

"You know best."

Luke half-smiles: "There are no secrets in the hospital, Mr. Clive."

He used the word "balls" for courage, and the word also means "ball" in English.

It was pointed out by Luke before, and then spread by the broken mouth of the fat white George who was contemptuously called 007 by the other party, and this gossip was introduced into the ears of caring people.

It is said that the personal files are kept secret, but there must be someone responsible for managing this file, right?
Keep a low profile, no one has the time to look at your files on purpose.

But if it's related to gossip, that's another story.

Who doesn't love to hear gossip?
So after a day of fermentation, there has been news about the details of this Alex.

Luke guessed right and wrong.

What's wrong is that Alex didn't find a relationship and came in through the back door.

That's right, Alex has indeed gone through the back door.

His level is very poor, and until now he has not even obtained the Doctor of Medicine degree that medical students must obtain after graduation, so he does not deserve to be called Dr. Clive at all.

The reason why he was able to come in was because he had attached a large article to his resume, and the central idea was that he was miserable.

When he was a child, his parents divorced, and his father abused and abused him. When he grew up, he was unfortunately diagnosed with testicular cancer, and he could only cut off one to save his life.

That's right!

This awesome Mr. Alex Clive, who looked down on nurses and taunted his colleagues, according to his own statement in the file, was lacking more courage (balls) than ordinary people...

Even if Luke guessed that this guy was mostly going in a crooked way for stacking buffs to get in, the self-report in this file is completely bullshit.

But that didn't stop Luke from hitting him back with this.

No matter how brave Alex looks, whether he practices boxing or throws punches at every turn, he is inherently more cowardly than others!
Emmm.

He said it himself!
"What are you doing here?"

Just when Alex was once again broken by Luke's words, and his blood was surging, he no longer pretended to lack balls and punched to fight Luke, when a clear shout came.

"This is the intensive care unit, not the place where you fight, leave me!"

"Sorry, Dr. Rice."

When Alex, who was short of courage, saw that he was the famous doctor in charge of their surgery, he immediately put away his fists, bowed his head and apologized, and quickly slipped away.

This kind of good hospital and good resident doctor training program depends on him selling the miserable stack of buffs to get in, but as the director of surgery told them when they first came in, only the strong are left in surgery.

In the next 7 years, among their group of 20 people, 8 will be transferred to easier specialties, 5 will collapse under pressure, and 2 will be dismissed.

If he is targeted by a famous surgeon in charge of surgery, no matter how he stacks buffs, he will inevitably become the first of the two to be dismissed.

After all, it's not the age when women's rights can be justifiably crushed by stacking buffs.

"You stay!"

Seeing that Luke was about to slip away, Dr. Rice called.

(End of this chapter)