This Counts as True Love

Medical Center.

Nurse station.

"Dr. Duncan!"

A nurse called out to Adam.

"Rosie, what's up?"

Adam stopped and smiled.

Remembering the name of everyone in the hospital was a small requirement Adam set for himself.

For him, it was a piece of cake.

But in the eyes of others, this is respect.

Details determine success or failure.

"There's a case here that needs your attention."

When Nurse Rosie was called by name, a bright smile appeared on her face.

"A gunshot wound to the head?"

George, who was searching through the medical records, caught sight of the case summary in the nurse's hand and his eyes widened immediately. "This is not fair! I've been looking through this for so long, and you've hidden such a good case!"

"They are all patients, and they all need doctors."

Nurse Rosie explained to George in a serious tone, "Different cases require different doctors, and this case just happens to require an excellent doctor like Dr. Duncan."

"..."

George's chubby face was full of grievance.

You women have all changed.

"He survived a gunshot wound to the head?"

Adam walked over, took the medical record, and was astonished.

"Not only did he survive, but he also drove himself to the hospital to schedule a surgical operation."

Nurse Rosie gestured toward the waiting area.

"It's truly a miracle."

Adam followed her gaze and saw a middle-aged man sitting there, flipping through a magazine, with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead that was very conspicuous.

"Thank you, Rosie."

Adam expressed his sincere gratitude.

Such a rare case is incredibly lucky for anyone who encounters it.

Although Nurse Rosie wanted to help.

But this was also Adam's good luck.

After all, if the patient had arrived too early or too late, Nurse Rosie wouldn't have dared to do this. She probably just arrived, and then Nurse Rosie saw Adam come in, so she just pulled him out of the medical record box.

After all, George searched through them one by one; how could he possibly know them as well as the people in charge of registration?

"You are welcome."

Nurse Rosie blushed slightly and hesitated before saying, "Dr. Duncan, could you please give me a copy of the recording of your open lecture last night? I'd like to study it too."

"Sure."

Adam hesitated for only a moment before immediately agreeing.

He copied so many discs precisely so that he could distribute them to various places and spread them around.

Although nurses are at the very bottom of the hospital's social hierarchy, they did little to spread Adam's fame.

But it doesn't matter who it's given to.

One more round won't make a difference.

Besides, maybe what she said is true.

It's not that there aren't ambitious nurses who study hard, get into medical school, and eventually become doctors.

"Thanks."

Nurse Rosie smiled even more sweetly.

Of course, she didn't mean what she said—that she wanted to record videos for learning.

She couldn't understand it at all.

Nurses who want to switch careers are extremely rare; being a doctor is not an easy job.

She wanted to watch it like a movie.

In this era, the term "licking the screen" doesn't exist yet.

But her plan truly exemplifies the word.

"You are welcome."

Adam smiled and nodded at her, then took the medical record and walked towards the patient.

"Mr. Linden? I'm Dr. Duncan. Would you mind if I examined you first?"

"Of course not."

Mr. Linden put down the magazine.

As Adam began his inspection, he also began to tell his story, "I pulled the trigger while wiping the pistol, and I thought the magazine was out. Who would have thought this would happen?"

"Yeah?"

Adam smiled noncommittally.

Why don't you just say you're the Evil God of Fire Cloud?

Point a pistol at your forehead and pull the trigger. In a moment of error, you don't have time to catch the bullet with your fingers, but you have protective qi, so the bullet enters your brain without causing any harm.

This is what a truly good story is all about.

You don't believe me?

Mr. Linden panicked. "That was a mistake! You don't think I'm trying to commit suicide, do you?"

"Don't get agitated."

Adam reassured him, "I'm a doctor. My job is to remove the bullet from your head. Other matters are not our responsibility. The police will question you later."

"The police? Why involve them?"

Mr. Linden became even more anxious.

"All gunshot wounds must be reported to the police; it's a legal requirement."

Adam explained, "Even if it's an accidental discharge, the key is that the police have to accept your version of events."

Mr. Linden was silent for a moment, then murmured, "Everyone makes mistakes, and I'm no exception. Now I'm paying the price for my mistakes."

Adam glanced at him thoughtfully. "Mr. Linden, we need to get a CT scan first."

"Casual."

Mr. Linden was not in high spirits.

Adam was amazed when he received the CT scan.

The bullet entered through the forehead, incredibly avoiding all the vital brain tissue, and got stuck there.

"OMG! Doctor, how is my husband?"

Adam instructed the nurse to call Dr. Shepherd. When he returned to the ward, he found a middle-aged woman standing in front of the bed, exclaiming in surprise at Adam.

"He needs to have surgery, and the detailed surgical plan will be determined when Dr. Shepherd arrives."

Adam explained.

Dr. Shepherd arrived quickly.

"Duncan, tell me your thoughts."

"Based on the CT scan, we only need to remove the necrotic tissue caused by the bullet's trajectory; we don't need to take such a big risk to remove the bullet itself."

Adam said, "This approach is safe enough, but the downside is that the patient will not be able to have an MRI in the future, and it will take longer to go through airport security."

"Very good."

Dr. Shepherd nodded and looked at the Lyndons: "This is the surgical plan. Removing the bullet is very risky, but not removing it will cause more trouble later. What is your decision?"

"Do not remove the bullets."

The Lyndons spoke in unison.

"Alright then."

Dr. Shepherd closed the medical record and instructed, "Duncan, go and schedule the Operating Room, then do the pre-operative examinations. We'll perform the surgery as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Adam replied.

When he returned from his scheduled Operating Room appointment, he heard the Lyndons arguing.

"It's been 21 years. I love you. I forgive you."

"You're having an affair! Don't pretend to be magnanimous here! You've betrayed me!"

"I have a bullet in my head!"

"This doesn't even us out!"

"You shot me!"

"Oh, you should have thought of this when you cheated on me! You said we've been together for 21 years, and you're only meeting me today?"

"..."

Adam, who was listening outside, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

There was definitely more to the story.

It was indeed an accidental clash.

Mr. Linden was cleaning his own gun when his wife's gun accidentally went off.

I suppose Mrs. Linden, like Adam, is from Texas.

However, Mr. Linden truly loves his wife.

Without incredible luck, he would have died long ago.

Mrs. Linden really intended to kill him; otherwise, she wouldn't have shot him in the head.

As Mr. Linden was being wheeled into the Operating Room, the police arrived and began questioning Mrs. Linden.

Adam shook his head.

Given Mrs. Linden's fiery temper, no matter how hard Mr. Linden tried to cover it up, unless the police, like Adam, turned a blind eye, they would definitely not be able to hide it.

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