Promising Young Man

Medical Center.

Emergency room.

"Dr. Lewis."

"Adam, you've come."

Susan greeted Adam with a smile.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

As Adam spoke, he casually picked up Mr. Rake's medical record.

The name on the first line reads Gattler Lacker.

Hmm, it seems it really isn't Earl.

What are you looking at?

Mr. Rake glanced sideways at Adam.

Adam paused slightly, surprised by the other's sensitivity, and smiled, "Do you know Earl?"

Do you know Dick?

Mr. Rake didn't answer but instead asked a question with a provocative expression.

"Dr. Lewis, I'll go take a look over there."

Adam ignored him, nodded to Susan, and left.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Mr. Rake was still yelling, "We African Americans are all the same in your eyes, and you white people are the same in our eyes too! What a jerk!"

"Alright."

Susan frowned and said, "Mr. Rake, be quiet!"

Go pee somewhere else!

Mr. Rake criticizes everyone he encounters.

"It's really ironic that someone without kidneys would say something like that."

The nurse standing nearby scoffed.

"You're having an affair with that pretty-boy doctor? And now you're protecting him?"

Mr. Rake started swearing at the nurse again.

"Dr. Lewis, there's a patient over there who needs you."

The nurse winked at Susan, signaling her not to treat Mr. Rake.

"Mr. Rake, can you calm down?"

Susan frowned.

"What, I don't even have the right to speak?"

Mr. Rake said in a strange tone.

"You have."

Susan said seriously, "But this is a hospital. You're disrupting our treatment of patients. You have end-stage renal failure and are on the blacklist of many hospitals. We will save you, but only if you calm down. Otherwise, we'll have to have security ask you to leave."

"You are all the Nazi..."

Mr. Rake muttered a few words, but eventually wisely shut up.

He is a true Zaunite, but he is not so Zaunite as to disregard everything.

Before coming here, he had been directly rejected by more than a dozen hospitals.

If it weren't for Susan's kindness, he wouldn't have been able to see a doctor at all, since he was blacklisted for insulting medical staff.

He has late-stage kidney failure; without treatment, he could die out there at any time.

"Prepare dialysis for him, I'll go get the portable equipment."

Susan gave the nurse some instructions and then left.

Nurse station.

"Adam, are you alright?"

Susan asked with concern.

"Of course I'm fine."

Adam laughed and said, "This isn't the first time I've seen someone like this. But Dr. Lewis, there's always a reason why someone is pitiful. Don't invest too much emotion in someone like this, or you'll be the first one who can't stand it."

He genuinely didn't care.

If a dog barks at you, are you going to bark back?

He couldn't possibly let this tarnish his impeccable medical resume.

Of course, if the other party goes a little too far, he will let them know what it means to 'never mess with a rich person.'

"Well."

Susan sighed, "We are doctors."

She knew why Adam said that.

Not long ago, she felt sorry for a homeless man, so after treating him, she gave him ten dollars to buy food.

The grateful look in the homeless man's eyes at that moment truly comforted her.

But what happened next saddened her.

The next day, the homeless man came to the emergency room again, begging her for $100 for emergency treatment.

After being refused, the homeless man said that fifty dollars would be fine too.

Later, the price dropped to just twenty dollars.

Provide emergency relief, not long-term support.

Susan naturally wouldn't give it to him.

The homeless man immediately started cursing and almost attacked the person, but was eventually dragged away by security guards.

The scene was very awkward.

This was a huge blow to Susan, who was kind-hearted and did good deeds.

For a long time, he was depressed.

However, being kind-hearted by nature, she still wanted to help as many people as possible, even if that person was Zaun Madman.

"Dr. Duncan!"

The nurse was calling from over there.

"What's going on?"

Adam smiled at Susan and quickly went to greet the paramedics who entered.

"A 42-year-old woman lost control of her vehicle and crashed into a bridge pier. She is conscious, has a sense of direction, and her vital signs are normal."

"That's what the paramedics said quickly."

Adam nodded, took over, and began examining the patient. Then, a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

What kind of look is that?

Does wearing women's clothing and applying makeup make someone a woman?

Adam suppressed his inner complaints, carefully examined the Cross-dressing Boss, and found that she had no internal injuries, only some external abrasions. He glanced at the nurses' station and his eyes lit up.

"Miss Carlton, please wait a moment."

Adam said something and walked towards the nurses' station.

"Carter, what are you doing?"

"Dr. Duncan."

John Carter, who was sitting there, immediately stood up, excitedly holding up the pig's trotter in his hand, and said repeatedly, "I'm practicing sewing with a pig's trotter. The elasticity of a pig's trotter is similar to that of human skin, which is perfect for practice. I have six more in my refrigerator..."

"Very good."

Adam laughed and said, "Pig's trotters make a great practice prop, but would you like to actually practice sewing?"

"Certainly."

John Carter nodded repeatedly.

"Miss Carlton over there, he needs stitches, you can go now."

Adam pointed in the direction of the Cross-dressing Boss: "Is everything alright?"

"No problem!"

John Carter responded loudly.

"If there's any problem you can't solve, you can ask the nurse to call me."

Adam patted him on the shoulder.

John Carter immediately perked up and went over.

"Dr. Duncan, do you think he's a good candidate?"

The nurse asked in surprise.

"Why not?"

Adam laughed.

Ambitious, perceptive, and likes to practice sewing with pig trotters; there are still six left in the refrigerator at home.

Adam couldn't help but suspect that John Carter also enjoyed eating pig's feet.

Otherwise, wouldn't all those pig trotters be wasted?

He wanted to be his follower, Adam didn't mind giving him a chance.

Maybe Adam will also get to enjoy a uniquely flavored Braised Pork Hock?

Um.

This seems to be a unique sight on the road to becoming a great doctor.

"Who are you?"

The Cross-dressing Boss frowned and asked, "Where's Dr. Duncan?"

"Hello, I'm John Carter."

Carter smiled brightly and said, "Dr. Duncan has other patients who need treatment and asked me to do the sutures for you, Miss Carlton. May we begin?"

The Cross-dressing Boss was very disappointed. He lay there on his side, not saying a word.

Carter took it as a yes and carefully examined the wound, preparing to stitch it up, when he noticed something was wrong.

Makeup skills are indeed amazing, but they are only for admiring from afar and not for playing with.

How could one not be exposed when under close observation by a doctor?

Carter's expression immediately turned strange.

Because some wounds that require stitches are located in really unfavorable positions...

But this was the first task Adam had given him, and no matter how difficult it was, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and do it.

Nurse station.

"Pfft!"

The nurses noticed Carter's stitching posture and immediately guessed that the patient's injury was in the lower body. Seeing Carter's particularly awkward expression, they couldn't help but laugh.

Adam couldn't help but laugh and said, "This young man has potential."