Grim Reaper Title
Medical Center.
"What good surgeries are waiting for you to perform this time?"
Alex saw Liz rushing towards him and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.
Although Liz cleaned up his mess yesterday, he wasn't grateful.
Regardless of the process, the result was that he was not only publicly humiliated, but also severely punished.
For interns, every second is precious as they try to get into the Operating Room to perform surgeries and improve their skills. Fortunately, after a year, they pass the exam and officially begin their residency training.
He was punished by being barred from the Operating Room for two weeks and could only have his rectum examined.
Now it's been extended to three weeks.
The progress was suddenly slowed down too much.
What about Liz?
Not only did he undergo open-chest surgery, but he was also praised by Dr. Burke.
More importantly, Liz and the others were all close to Adam.
The enemy's friend is also the enemy.
"Does your gunshot wound patient have any other wounds? Have you asked him about them?"
"Liz said urgently."
"Hi! That's my patient!"
Alex retorted angrily, "I'm a doctor just like you! I know what I'm doing!"
"So you checked it?"
Liz was also furious, shouting, "Are you sure? Just like you were so sure I didn't call you yesterday?! If not, then go get it checked right away. If the patient has an infected wound, the stress from the gunshot wound will worsen the infection, and you could kill your patient! Again!"
Alex paused.
What the hell is he asking?!
He was so focused on chatting with the other person to deepen their relationship that he never thought to ask them these questions.
Furthermore, African American men believe in controlling pain; if they don't feel pain, they create it themselves and then try to control it.
Even if he asks, the other person might not tell him.
If the African American man hadn't been unable to handle his gunshot wound, he would never have come to the hospital.
His expression then changed as he looked at the lab report in his hand.
Liz snatched the lab report, glanced at it, and her expression changed.
"The white blood cell count surged dramatically, with 27 white blood cells and 16% band neutrophils, which is significantly higher than in a normal stress response."
Beep beep!
The pager went off at that moment.
Alex took it out and his face darkened. He lost all interest in arguing with Liz and ran straight to the African American man's ward.
Liz immediately understood that Adam's guess was correct; a serious infection had indeed occurred.
"Call Dr. Burke! Call Dr. Duncan!"
Liz gave the nurse some instructions and then ran over.
In the ward.
"What's going on?"
Alex pushed open the hospital room door and asked with a frown.
"I'm freezing to death, doctor, I can't stop shivering."
The African American man lay on his side, curled up in a ball, shivering.
They stopped using affectionate terms like "brother" and "Alex," and directly addressed each other as their true identities.
He was the patient, and Alex was the doctor who was supposed to save him.
"Doctor, his temperature is high and his blood pressure is low."
The nurse reminded her.
"Mr. Owens, do you have any other tattoos, or any recently gotten them?"
Liz, who had followed, asked directly.
"Yes, I have a new tattoo on my calf."
The African American man said in a trembling voice.
Liz lifted the lid and her expression changed drastically.
On the other person's calf, there was a large spider imprint, but it was a dead and severely decomposed spider.
"OMG!"
The African American man also forced himself to look over, then cried out in fear, "It wasn't this disgusting this morning."
"It's already a serious infection."
Alex complained, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"At the time, it wasn't a big deal."
The African American man dared not look any longer, lay back down, closed his eyes, and trembled.
"What's going on?"
Just then, Adam walked in.
What are you doing here?
Alex's face turned ashen.
"I was the one who called him."
Liz quickly said, "Adam had foreseen this possibility long ago. If he had been Mr. Owens ' attending physician, this would never have happened."
"I can handle my patients myself."
Alex roared.
"Adam, what should we do?"
As Liz asked Adam, she walked up to the African American man and said, "Mr. Owens, your infection is serious. I strongly suggest that you let Dr. Duncan take care of your injuries before Dr. Burke arrives."
"He's nobody. He's just an intern, like me..."
Alex sneered.
"I agree to have Dr. Duncan as my attending physician."
The African American man, however, abandoned his initial support for Alex and instead said something that left Alex speechless.
If he had known from the beginning that his condition was so serious, he would definitely have listened to Dr. Burke and made Adam his attending physician.
What does "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger" mean?
What do you mean by 'Only killing me can make me admit defeat'?
That was just bragging before he was on the verge of death.
He's so small now he can barely breathe, what's he bragging about?
There is great fear between life and death.
The fear of death and the desire to survive are human instincts.
Loyalty and goodwill are utter bullshit!
Whoever is most likely to save him is God!
Alex is clearly not.
"Call Dr. Burke."
"The call has been made."
"Continuous calls!"
"Inject antibiotics!"
"The patient is already showing symptoms of multiple organ failure, and a secondary infection has led to sepsis. Immediately transfer him to the Intensive Care Unit, provide assisted ventilation, and prepare adrenaline!"
After the African American man chose him over Alex, Adam naturally took the lead.
Although he was unhappy with the African American man's initial attitude, saving lives and extending Lifespan were Adam's basic principles.
To him, the African American man was nothing more than a Tool Person to increase his first aid experience and Lifespan.
Even a tiny mosquito is still meat.
Business is business!
Besides, given the African American man's condition, even if he recovers, he will most likely be crippled.
It would be a good thing if you weren't lying in a hospital bed anymore. You still want to keep wrestling and bragging? You're dreaming.
In the United States, losing your job and your source of income, even if you survive, is a terrible feeling...
In the world of American TV dramas and movies, the legend of the Angel of Death has always circulated in hospitals.
It is said that some medical staff, whether extremely emotional or mentally ill, commit humanitarian murders against seriously ill patients who are suffering terribly, in order to relieve their pain.
Of course, many times, it is these patients who do not want to live but cannot bring themselves to do it, or who are powerless to help, who make the request themselves.
One syringe of morphine, and everything is settled.
However, this is a serious crime, and very few people would be willing to take such a big risk to help a patient do this.
Moreover, you can't tell who is offering emotional help and who has a mental illness.
Once you encounter someone with mental problems, regardless of whether the patient truly wants to die, if they believe you want to die, they will take action.
That would just be a terrifying reaper, not Angel of Death.
Even those who genuinely want to help patients can develop mental health issues if they do it too often or experience excessive pressure.
Therefore, it is quite reasonable for the law to prohibit doctors from assisting patients in euthanasia.
Because you can't tell if the doctor has ulterior motives.
The Angel of Death is a rare and precious sight.
If the African American man survives, but has to lie in a hospital bed, enduring physical pain while watching his life slowly crumble.
At that time, the African American man might pray to encounter his own Angel of Death.
Alex has a connection with the word "death," but asking him to take such a huge risk for an African American man and become an angel is simply unthinkable.
The Grim Reaper Title" might be more fitting for him.