Daily American Drama

medical center.

What good surgery is waiting for you?

When Alex saw Liz galloping towards him, he couldn't help but sneered.

Although Liz 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 racing against time to enter the operating room for surgery to improve their skills. Fortunately, they passed the exam a year later and formally began resident training.

And he was punished not to enter the operating room for two weeks, only to check the rectum.

Now it's been added to three weeks.

The progress was pulled down too much at once.

What about Leeds?

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

More importantly, Liz and the others are all close to Adam.

The friend of the enemy is also the enemy.

Did your gunshot patient have any other wounds? Did you ask him?

Liz said anxiously.

Hi! That's my patient!

Alex angrily said, 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 quickly. Once the patient has a wound infection, the stress reaction caused by the gunshot wound , will aggravate the infection, and you may kill your patient! Again!

Alex froze.

He asked a fart!

He just remembered talking nonsense with the other party to deepen his relationship, so where did he think of asking about this?

Besides, what African-American men believe in is pain control. If there is no pain, they can create pain themselves and then control it.

Even if he asked, the other party might not be able to answer.

If it weren't for the gunshot wounds, African-American men would never come to the hospital.

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

Liz snatched the test report, glanced at it, and his expression changed.

The number of white blood cells surged severely, the number of white blood cells was 27, and 16% banded neutrophils, which was significantly higher than the general stress response.

beep!

The pager then rang.

Alex took it out and looked, his face darkened, he didn't have the heart to argue with Liz, and ran directly to the African-American man's ward.

Liz still didn't understand, Adam's guess was right, a serious infection really happened.

Call Dr. Burke! Call Dr. Duncan!

Liz told the nurse and ran over.

in the ward.

what's the situation?

Alex pushed away from the ward and asked with a frown.

I'm freezing to death, Doctor, I'm shaking uncontrollably.

The African-American man was lying on his side, curled up into a ball, shivering.

The intimate names like 'brother' and 'Alex' were stopped, and they directly called out their true identities.

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

Doctor, his temperature has risen and his blood pressure has dropped.

The nurse reminded.

Mr. Owens, do you have any other tattoos, recent ones?

Liz, who followed, asked directly.

Yes, there is a new tattoo on the calf.

The African-American man trembled.

Liz opened it and looked, his face changed drastically.

I saw a big spider printed on the opponent's calf, but it was already a dead and severely decomposed big spider.

OMG!

The African-American man also braced himself to look over, and then yelled out in fear: It wasn't so disgusting this morning.

It's seriously infected.

Alex complained: Why didn't you say it earlier.

There was nothing at that time.

The African-American man didn't dare to look any more, so he lay back down again, closed his eyes, and shivered.

what's the situation?

At this time, Adam walked in.

What are you doing here?

Alex's face was livid.

I called him.

Liz said quickly: Adam has foreseen this possibility a long time ago. If he was Mr. Owens' bed doctor, this scene would never have happened.

I can handle my patients myself.

Alex growled.

Adam, what should we do?

Liz asked Adam, walked up to the African-American man, and said, Mr. Owens, your infection is very serious. Before Dr. Burke arrives, I strongly recommend that you let Dr. Duncan take care of your injury.

He's a fart, he's just an intern just like me...

Alex sneered.

I agree to let Dr. Duncan be my bed doctor.

The African-American man did not show support for Alex at the beginning, and directly said something that stunned Alex.

If he knew that his condition was so serious from the beginning, he would definitely listen to Dr. Burke and let Adam be his bed doctor.

Something like 'whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger'.

What is only by killing me can I admit defeat.

That was bragging before dying.

His current lung capacity makes it difficult to breathe, so what are you bragging about.

Between life and death there is great fear.

It is human instinct to fear death and seek survival.

Loyalty, favorability and so on are even more bullshit!

Whoever is most likely to save him is God!

Alex obviously wasn't.

Call Dr. Burke.

Already called.

Continuous calling!

Inject antibiotics!

The patient has multiple organ failure symptoms, and the secondary infection has caused sepsis. He is sent to the intensive care unit immediately, assisted with breathing, and prepared with adrenaline!

After the African-American man gave up Alex and chose him, Adam began to direct without hesitation.

Although he was displeased with the attitude of the African-American man at the beginning, it was Adam's basic principle to save lives and prolong life.

To him, the African-American man is just a tool to increase his first aid experience and increase his lifespan.

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

Business is business!

Besides, with the condition of the African-American man, even if he recovers, most of them will pass away.

It would be fine not to lie on the hospital bed in the future, but I still want to continue wrestling and bragging, and I want to fart.

In the United States, if you lost your job and lost your source of income, even if you survived, what would it feel like...

In the hospital in the world of American drama, film and television drama, there has been a legend of the angel of death.

It is said that some extremely emotional or mentally ill medical workers will commit humanitarian murders to those patients who are seriously ill and would rather die, to help them relieve their pain.

Of course, in many cases, these patients who don't want to live but can't do it themselves, or are powerless, ask for it themselves.

One shot of morphine and it's all done.

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

And you can't figure out who is emotional help and who is mentally ill.

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

Then it's just the horrible death killer, not the angel of death.

Even if you are emotional and sincerely want to help patients, once you do it too often and the pressure is too great, you will inevitably suffer from mental problems.

Therefore, the law does not allow doctors to assist patients in euthanasia, which is actually quite reasonable.

Because you can't figure out whether the doctor has selfish intentions.

The angel of death is hard to come by.

If the African-American man survives, he must lie in a hospital bed, enduring physical pain while watching his life collapse a little bit.

At that time, I am afraid that African-American men will pray to meet their own angel of death.

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

Perhaps the title Death God is more suitable for him.