"Good morning."
"Good morning. Oh, right, Doctor, that intern Duoan who came to your department yesterday—has his myocarditis gotten any better? When he collapsed downstairs before, he really scared us."
"He's fine now. After discussing the situation with his family, he decided to take a year off from school. I only have eleven interns left now."
"Good Lord, I really don't know how you endure it. Yesterday, one of the interns in our department cut a huge gash in a patient's finger while testing their blood sugar. We got two more complaints from the family."
"Who hasn't made a fool of themselves during their internship?" Schiller said with a smile. "If we're talking about internship blunders, Surgery has the most. Maybe in a few days, you'll see our Mr. God's Hand roaring himself hoarse with rage."
The female Doctor across from him smiled and waved at Schiller. "I'm off to make rounds. Room 1032 received a mirror person today. I need to take those little brats over to have a look, so they stop freaking out over everything."
Schiller waved goodbye as well and carried the medical records toward his office. He had just sat down in his chair when the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hello, this is the Emergency Department. A patient in late pregnancy was found to have self-harm scars on her arms during a premature delivery procedure. She may require emergency psychological intervention. Please report to Obstetrics immediately. I repeat..."
Schiller put down the phone and hurried outside, nearly running into someone head-on. He stepped back and saw that it was an intern.
"Hello, Doctor. I had a few questions while listening to yesterday's recording on clinical intervention. I was wondering when you might..."
"Forget that for now. Come with me to Obstetrics." Schiller headed out, and the