Whose Tears Are Flying?
Medical Center.
Self-service restaurant.
Adam asked this question, George was immediately stunned.
Crying during the indescribable process, there is happiness and pain.
But no matter which one it is, he doesn't seem to have any reason to be angry.
"I'm not Tool Person!"
After a brief moment of distraction, George retorted, "Meredith and I have a foundation of affection. Her choice of me is proof of that. Otherwise, why doesn't she choose you?"
"Puff!"
Bianca burst out laughing.
Adam's lips twitched.
You're selectively blind.
If I hadn't ignored her and not responded to her, I wouldn't be so conflicted about which one it is!
It definitely includes all the more complex, multi-dimensional, and vivid emotions!
After finishing his meal, Adam paused in his tracks as he passed the ward.
Because the patients inside were openly mocking Meredith.
What is it like to steal someone else's husband?
"What did you say?"
Meredith was somewhat incredulous that the patient had started mocking her.
"I wasn't talking about you..."
The female patient said this, but her tone and expression clearly said, "I'm talking about you little bitches who steal other people's husbands!"
"Jeff moved in with the long-legged woman who answered the phone for him, when I was only three weeks pregnant! I was carrying his twins, and he abandoned me, abandoned our two children, all for that bitch!"
Meredith remained silent, quietly applying gel coupling agent to the pregnant woman's belly.
"It's too cold!"
The pregnant woman couldn't help but exclaim.
"Sorry."
Meredith thought for a moment and apologized, "I'm sorry about what happened to your husband."
"Would you also feel sorry for Dr. Shepherd's husband?"
The pregnant woman, however, did not appreciate it and instead directly attacked Meredith's heart.
Dr. Shepherd's wife, whose full Addison Montgomery Shepherd.
Originally surnamed Montgomery, she simply added her husband's surname to her name after marrying Dr. Shepherd.
Both were renowned doctors in their respective fields, but Addison always insisted on being called Dr. Montgomery to distinguish her from her husband and to highlight her independence and competence.
"... Let me do some more tests for you."
Meredith was stunned for a while before he suppressed his frustration and anger and said expressionlessly.
"I guess it was Dr. Montgomery who asked you to work with her."
The pregnant woman, however, showed no mercy to Meredith, treating Meredith as the culprit who had ruined her family, and sarcastically remarked, "If I were in her shoes, I would have done the same!"
"I'll go get your medical report!"
Meredith stood up abruptly, left after uttering a single sentence.
She suspected that if she stayed any longer, she would lose control of herself.
In the corridor.
"Don't overthink it, at least it's not your fault in this matter."
Adam comforted him.
"It was my fault!"
Meredith said expressionlessly, "If I weren't blind, how could I have failed to discover for so long that he's such a scumbag! So it's all my fault!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Adam shook his head, went to check on things at Green Clinic, and seeing that everything was alright, went to the emergency room.
With the care of Sheran and Leonard, and the recognition of his skills by three Attending Physician including Leonard, Burke, and Shepherd, he actually has a very high degree of freedom and is becoming more and more like a resident physician than an intern.
Afternoon.
It's almost time to get off work.
Emergency room.
"What's going on?"
"Multiple gunshot wounds, pulse 150, irregular pulse, blood pressure 50. We've put on two IV lines, but the blood pressure is still dropping!"
"Call Dr. Green! To Operating Room number 4!"
Adam pushed the gurney towards the Operating Room: "Prepare 6 units of type O blood!"
Operating Room No. 4.
"Blood pressure cannot be detected."
The nurse pointed out, "Capillary reflux is abnormal."
"He is losing blood, so prepare for a pressure band transfusion."
Adam calmly commanded, "Give me both chest tubes, prepare to roll over!"
After turning over, Adam's eyes narrowed when he saw the gunshot wound on his back. He ordered, "Call Dr. Green again!"
"Yes, doctor!"
The nurse responded and left.
"What's going on?"
A short while later, Leonard changed into his surgical gown and rushed over.
"The young man was shot several times in the back, but the wounds did not open. He has hemothorax on both sides, and 1 liter of blood has been drained from his left chest. His breathing sounds are weak on both sides, and his breathing tube is being stitched up."
Adam explained quickly as he sewed.
"Oh, God!"
Leonard glanced at the wound and couldn't help but ask, "Was he hit by a cannon?"
After saying that, he took the X-ray from the nurse and glanced at it. "There is a bullet in the right ventricle."
"Cardiac tamponade, Dr. Green!"
Adam reminded him.
"Open her chest immediately!"
Leonard ordered, "Thoracotomy tools!"
The operating nurse handed it over immediately.
Leonard skillfully cut open the chest.
"Cardiocardiac arrest, tachycardia, 140 bpm, rapid heartbeat, no blood pressure."
The nurse reminded her.
"Expander".
Leonard gave the order.
Adam took it from the nurse and skillfully used the dilator to open the incision, giving Leonard a wider surgical field.
"Prepare another 10 units of type O blood!"
While performing the surgery, Leonard instructed, "Adam, prepare for cardiopulmonary bypass."
"Yes, doctor!"
Adam agreed and immediately took action.
Still decisive and efficient!
But a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
Because if he wasn't mistaken, this patient would be the first patient he tried to save, who still couldn't be saved despite surgery, and who would die in his hands.
Nothing more!
The injuries were too severe.
Leonard clearly knew this too, otherwise he wouldn't have blurted out that the wound was caused by a cannonball.
Now we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.
As it turned out, Adam's premonition was accurate.
After half an hour of resuscitation efforts, the patient succumbed to his injuries and died on the operating table.
"Doctors are not God!"
Adam sighed inwardly.
After the surgical incision was sutured, I left the Operating Room.
The police have arrived and are asking some basic questions.
Adam also learned what had happened from them.
The deceased was an innocent passerby.
While passing by a small hotel owned by a Russian, I unfortunately encountered an African-American robber and the hotel owner exchanging bullets.
The shop owner, from a country known for its fighting spirit, killed the African-American robber on the spot.
However, the African-American robber's bullets almost all hit the backs of innocent, unfortunate passersby.
Adam hated this intensely.
Because people who haven't had much training but dare to rob people on the street with a gun are far more dangerous than those who have.
If Adam were that passerby, he might still get shot too.
After all, who would have thought that while he was exchanging bullets with the shop owner, almost all the bullets were flying in the other direction?
Adam could even visualize in his mind the scene of the African-American robber turning around, swinging his arms wildly, and firing shots indiscriminately.
It's simply impossible to defend against!
This is terrifying!
Nurse station.
"What's this?"
Adam looked at the blood-stained gift box. "The deceased's belongings?"
"Yes."
The nurse nodded.
Have you contacted the deceased's family?
Adam asked.
"We just found his registered emergency contact and are contacting him."
The nurse said this while making a phone call.
Adam couldn't resist picking up the note from the gift box, which read, "This way you'll have accompaniment when you sing at breakfast. Love, Max."
Well.
Yet another kind and innocent passerby.
In just over two months, this was already the third one Adam had encountered.
This time, whose tears are falling again?
The call was answered, and the nurse immediately said professionally, "Hello, this is New York Medical Center. Are you Ms. Tracy McConnell?"