Miracle Descends

Half an hour later.

After arranging for the other patients, Dr. Bailey walked through the ward and stopped in surprise.

"Huh? Why are they still trying to save him?"

"Because he still has hope of living."

Adam replied while pressing down.

"Another unit of adrenaline!"

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse immediately administered an injection to the dying person.

"How long has it been?"

Dr. Bailey glanced at Adam, sensing Adam somewhat emotional behavior, and stepped forward to examine him while asking questions.

"Dr. Duncan has been trying to resuscitate for 34 minutes."

The nurse checked the time and replied.

"How many rounds of adrenaline and atropine injections have you had?"

"Dr. Bailey asked again."

This is the third round.

The nurse glanced at Adam.

"Dr. Duncan, stop."

Dr. Bailey shook his head.

In the normal procedure, if there is no effect after one round of medication, death should be declared immediately.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of resources.

"He still has a chance. You said that he will only truly be finished when we tell him he can't do it anymore."

Adam pressed down while looking at Dr. Bailey.

"You know him?"

Dr. Bailey frowned.

"I don't know him."

Adam shook his head. "But I want to save him."

He understood what Dr. Bailey meant.

If the person is a friend or relative of a medical worker, this seemingly wasteful behavior is accepted.

We will never give up until the very last moment.

Three-wheeled drugs?

Those are ordinary family members.

If it's a close friend or relative of an important person, let alone three rounds of medication, even six, ten, or twenty rounds, as long as there's hope and they're unwilling to give up, they can keep trying to save them.

Otherwise, where did Adam get that the Four Interns resuscitation record?

Ordinary people don't even have the chance to participate in this kind of record!

Why did Leonard pretend not to know and happily cooperate when he knew that Adam was deliberately approaching him?

It's because none of Rachel's three daughters are easy to deal with, and none of them are willing to work in the medical field or take over his connections.

Imagine what would happen if a similar situation occurred.

Whether someone is a member of the hospital or not makes all the difference between life and death!

Knowing this all too well, Leonard is truly worried sick about his three daughters.

"He's your patient, you're in charge, Dr. Duncan."

Dr. Bailey glanced at Adam and walked outside.

She did not stop her.

In fact, if she hadn't had several other surgeries to attend to, she would most likely have stayed with Adam to fulfill her final duties as a doctor.

She had similar moments back then.

A sudden impulse led him to desperately try to save a patient he didn't know.

Even if others advise her to give up.

From a procedural standpoint, it should be abandoned.

But she did not give up.

I refuse to give up no matter what!

As time goes by and one becomes accustomed to life and death, this feeling grows weaker and weaker, almost disappearing altogether.

Seeing this familiar scene on Adam now still touched her, and her final call of "Dr. Duncan" to Adam represented her true recognition of Adam.

An hour later.

"Are they still trying to save him?"

"They're still trying to resuscitate him! They've been trying for 98 minutes straight."

"Dr. Duncan never stops."

"It should have been declared dead long ago; this is just a waste of resources."

"Yeah, does he really think he's the firstborn son of God, the savior of mankind?"

Is he showing off his endurance?

The news that Adam was still in critical condition spread throughout the hospital, and most people were whispering among themselves.

"My husband Bob is a good driver. A pickup truck cut us off. He saw something in the road and tried to avoid it. The accident happened so suddenly. We were having a perfect morning, but the next moment..."

The perpetrator's wife lay in her hospital bed, undergoing an examination by Cristina, and kept telling her story.

Cristina ignored her completely.

How is my husband Bob?

The perpetrator's wife asked for the Nth time.

He is undergoing surgery.

Cristina said expressionlessly.

"You have a problem with me?"

"The perpetrator's wife asked."

"No, I just hope you won't tell any more stories and can get some rest. I'm not a police officer."

Cristina said.

"What do you mean? I'm telling the truth, and you don't believe me?"

The perpetrator's wife raised her voice.

"Finding the truth is the duty of the police; we are just doctors."

Cristina said expressionlessly, "But yes, I don't believe it, because what your son said next door is completely different from what you said."

"What did Skati say?"

The perpetrator's wife said nervously.

"He said you two had a fight at breakfast, and your husband was in a bad mood. After getting on the highway, he ran three red lights in a row. When your husband was overtaken, he lost his temper and started chasing after the car."

It wasn't that he saw something and kept trying to avoid it; rather, he wanted to crash into the car in front of him, but it kept dodging him. Finally, when it caught up, he yelled and ran straight into it.

Cristina sneered, "The person who was hit can basically be declared dead now, and the injuries on your back—the collarbone, humerus, and third and fourth ribs—have multiple healed fractures."

There is a large yellow bruise above the kidney and a hematoma around the kidney. It is neither the bump you just mentioned, nor the internal bleeding from the fall you mentioned last week.

The evidence is clear, the truth is there, and it can't be resolved by you making up a story. Your son says your husband deserved it, that he abused you, didn't he?"

"No!"

The perpetrator's wife cried out in despair, "That's not how it is!"

"He has been abusing you, and today he even killed someone in a car accident and almost killed you and your son. Why are you still speaking up for him?"

Cristina asked, puzzled.

"Doctor, have you ever been in a relationship?"

The perpetrator's wife did not answer but asked a question in return.

Cristina was taken aback.

Upon seeing this, the perpetrator's wife seemed to perk up, tilting her head and asking, "Have you ever been in love?"

He had an expression that said, "If you've ever loved, you wouldn't be asking this question."

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

Cristina sighed inwardly, but said expressionlessly, "Love has its limits!"

The perpetrator's wife immediately fell silent.

Clearly, she loves her abusive husband, but not to the point of having no limits.

The ward.

Adam's rescue efforts are still ongoing.

Cristina, Meredith, George, and Liz all came over after finishing their work.

"I have never seen him like this before."

Liz sighed.

"This is his moment."

Meredith murmured.

"He wanted to create a miracle."

Cristina said somewhat coldly, "But a miracle is a miracle because it shouldn't have happened in the first place."

"I hope Adam will work miracles."

George said, "One day, we'll need a miracle too!"

"There's a heartbeat!"

The nurse watched as the numbers on the monitor steadily climbed from zero and exclaimed in delight.

Wow!

The crowd that had been watching was in an uproar.

A miracle has truly occurred!

PS: Thanks to Roger Otalifos, Read-Only Fantasy, Book Friend 161106052407890, and Moment of Vicissitudes donations!