Welcome to the Arena
Medical Center.
Dining room.
Adam's straightforwardness made the two "plastic" sisters smell the plastic smell of each other.
The scene quieted down for a moment.
Everyone lowered their heads and ate their food.
Adam's lips twitched, and he sighed inwardly, thinking that perhaps he shouldn't have been so straightforward.
True friendship lies in seeing through things but not saying them.
Puff!
Just then, the effeminate, chubby George walked over and plopped down on a chair, the sound of which was particularly jarring in the awkward silence.
"George, what's wrong?"
The ruthless Liz was the first to express concern.
Tony is dead.
George, his eyes red and distraught, said, "Dr. Burke asked me to inform Gloria of this news, but Gloria wouldn't listen to my attempts to comfort her. She just told me to leave, and the look in her eyes..."
At this point, the sentimental, effeminate, chubby boy choked up a little.
"Remember this lesson."
Adam sighed, "This is the consequence of having too much emotional connection with patients and giving them false hope, contrary to common sense."
In less than two days, the effeminate chubby man had started calling the patient and his wife by their names affectionately, and because she was worried, he made promises, acting as if they were good friends. This was clearly going too far.
If everyone treated patients like he did, the medical profession would probably have disappeared long ago.
After all, humans cannot endure a continuous stream of deaths.
But birth, aging, illness, and death happen every day in hospitals.
People who are too emotional are unlikely to persevere.
Thinking of this, Adam looked at the effeminate chubby boy with pity.
Having been in the hospital for less than two days, he first offended the Attending Physician, and then encountered this kind of thing. Without enough luck, Adam seriously doubts that he can make it through.
"The patient's family just asked you to leave; they didn't mean to sue you, right?"
Cristina asked.
Everyone turned to look at her, George's gaze filled with grief and indignation.
"What's wrong?"
Cristina tilted her head and said, "In this situation, if you encounter a patient's family member with poor manners, do you think they won't sue you? After all, it was your guarantee that made them decide to have the surgery."
"George is already like this, you're too cold-blooded."
The halo of the cruel Saintly Mother of Liz shines brightly.
"Cristina's focus is not wrong."
Adam couldn't help but retort, "Compared to being sentimental, I also think George should focus on more practical issues, otherwise all we'll have left is sentimentality."
"George?"
Meredith also looked at the effeminate chubby boy with concern.
"Probably not."
George was also worried after hearing what was said, and for a moment his sadness was overshadowed.
The unexpected death of patient Tony pales in comparison to his medical career.
After all, one took less than two days, while the other took a long eight years.
"Pray."
Adam shook his head and said, "These things are all up to fate."
Although the patient's family simply asked George to leave and didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter, this only meant they weren't going to pursue it for now.
People's thoughts change every moment. After going back, they might change their minds after being told what to do.
Good intentions gone wrong and resulting in bad consequences is very common among interns who are just starting out and haven't yet become seasoned veterans.
This is also why the hospital sent a bald legal advisor to repeatedly emphasize some common precautions on the first day of employment.
Unfortunately, young people are often full of vigor and enthusiasm, and many times they just let Sheldon and out Sheldon other, refusing to learn until they hit a wall.
And often, a single collision can kill someone.
Everyone was in a bad mood, and they all felt a little empathetic towards George's experience.
Doctors are supposed to save lives and heal the wounded, but there are too many pitfalls in the process. They not only have to fight against death, but also against the devil in human nature.
They might not make the same kind of basic mistake as George, but no one can guarantee they won't run into this hurdle.
The same was true for Adam.
The only saving grace is that he is a billionaire, and his wealth is still growing rapidly. In this country where money is king, his ability to protect himself far exceeds that of other doctors.
After a bland late-night snack, everyone left the restaurant and began the final stretch of their first 48-hour shift.
Nurse station.
"He is still breathing rapidly. Have you had an arterial blood gas analysis or a chest X-ray?"
Chief of Surgery Richard, made his rounds, he found that the patient under Alex's care was not improving and asked the nurse to call Alex over.
"Yes, I have seen it."
Even though Alex was panicking inside, he wore a wicked smile on his face, the kind that exudes confidence.
What conclusions were reached?
The Chief of Surgery pressed for an answer.
"I was in charge of a lot of patients last night..."
Alex's smile froze.
He's only half-baked and can't possibly draw any meaningful conclusions.
"State the common causes of postoperative fever."
The Chief of Surgery's face darkened further. "Don't flip through the book, use your brain to think. These things should be firmly memorized."
Having spent his entire life in hospitals, he saw through Alex at a glance—all show and no substance. Seeing that the other dared to make excuses, he decided not to give him any face and raised his voice directly.
Can anyone name some common causes of postoperative fever?
Some of the interns present subconsciously started flipping through their notebooks.
"Pneumonia, urethritis..."
Adam and Cristina exclaimed in unison.
The two exchanged a glance, Adam smiled, gesturing for Cristina to speak.
He already overdid it during his first shift; let's give his colleagues a chance to shine.
Firstly, Cristina could be considered a friend, albeit somewhat.
Secondly, this is not surgery.
"Pneumonia, urethritis, wound infection, thrombosis, pharmacological effects—the five Ws!"
Cristina was about to continue when Meredith's distinctive voice rang out, "The most likely diagnosis is diaphragmatic inflammation, which is usually ruled out as inflammation, especially when there isn't time to get tested."
Alex looked grim.
He didn't know, but everyone else seemed to know. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could no longer maintain his nonchalant, roguish smile.
Adam and the old nurse who had been scolded by Alex exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.
In the hospital, most of the time, it's either yes or no!
One incident can expose everything, making it crystal clear and impossible to hide.
As for how he was able to stay in the hospital and coast along after everyone knew he was failing, that's another matter...
"So what kind of situation do you think the patient in bed 4-b is in?"
Upon seeing that it was his good friend's daughter, the Chief of Surgery immediately had the idea of making her famous and pressed for details.
"The fourth W: blood clots!"
Meredith did not disappoint him, demonstrating solid fundamentals. "She most likely had a pulmonary embolism."
How can a diagnosis be made?
A smile appeared in the eyes of the Chief of Surgery.
Meredith paused, trying to organize his thoughts, when Cristina's voice rang out.
"Spiral CT scan, lung ventilation scan, oxygen consumption, hepatophospholipid dosage, and inferior vena cava filtration results."
"Tsk tsk."
Adam was amazed, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two sisters; the smell of plastic was too strong.
The Chief of Surgery twitched his lips, glanced at the expressionless Cristina, and turned to Alex, whose face was grim, and ordered, "Do the tests she says, and then tell your supervising resident that you don't need to take care of this patient anymore, I said it!"
After saying that, he walked over to Meredith and patted her on the shoulder. "I see your mother in you. Welcome to the Arena."
After the Chief of Surgery left.
"Welcome to the Arena."
Cristina coldly left after saying just one sentence.
Adam smiled at Meredith, whose expression was complicated, and said, "Welcome to the Arena."