Castle

Medical Center.

Emergency room.

A sunflower sways in the wind on the black soil.

"Hehe."

Adam watched as the Zaun Madman lay there oblivious, and couldn't help but give Susan, who was trying to suppress a laugh, a thumbs up.

Even bodhisattvas have anger.

Even the Saintly Mother had the appearance of a young girl.

Susan's occasional mischievousness when she can't take it anymore is what makes her more like a real person.

There are two methods for taking body temperature.

I offended the doctor.

The doctor will tell you to measure it in the most accurate way.

Who told you to be so heartless, shameless, and unreasonable?

So indifferent again.

Thinking about it that way...

In the Big Bang Theory, Howard didn't know that you could take your temperature with your mouth until he went to college.

Back home, his mother never gave him a second choice.

They didn't even tell him there was a second option.

When he went to college, the nurse took his temperature for the first time. He didn't open his mouth, but instead took off his pants and lay down.

That scene.

Emmm.

Howard's mother, Mrs. Wolowitz, suddenly became lively and vivid.

You brat who only knows how to play video games, prepare to receive your mother's righteous iron fist!

"Dr. Duncan, the mothers of the two young men who were speeding have arrived."

Nurse Carol came over and spoke to Adam.

Did you inform Larry of his death?

Adam asked.

"I said so."

Nurse Carol looked somewhat dazed.

"What's wrong?"

Adam asked with concern.

"It's Andy..."

Nurse Carol said with a heavy heart, "Before he went into the Operating Room, he saw his good friend Larry die and was terrified. So he told the truth: although the car belonged to Larry, he was the one driving before the accident."

"Yes."

Adam nodded and said, "We all heard it."

Then he realized what was happening and his gaze sharpened. "Could it be that he's telling others that Larry was driving?"

"Um."

Nurse Carol murmured, "Andy told his mother that Larry ran the red light. He told Larry to stop, but Larry said he could make it."

"Aren't you going to tell the police about this?"

Adam glanced at her.

"I'm not sure if it's my responsibility to get involved."

Nurse Carol shook her head and said, "The patient came here feeling very scared, thinking he was going to die. He would tell us things that even his husband, wife, or priest wouldn't tell him. This child poured out his soul to us, and I just felt it was wrong to tell others."

"You are not a priest."

Adam gave her a deep look. "He directly killed an innocent passerby and indirectly caused the death of his friend. Their souls are watching you too."

"... We also have a doctor-patient confidentiality agreement."

Nurse Carol was conflicted.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about this anymore."

Adam glanced at her, then turned and walked away.

"Dr. Duncan, what are you going to do?"

Nurse Carol quickly caught up. "Are you going to tell the police?"

"Just like you, doing nothing."

Adam pointed to a middle-aged woman crying as she walked towards them and said calmly, "That must be Larry's mother. Go and comfort her."

The confidentiality agreement between doctors and patients does not include murder, which is something you can tell the police.

However, Adam was not going to do that.

The purpose of doctor-patient confidentiality agreements is to allow patients to receive medical treatment with greater peace of mind and to prevent doctor-patient conflicts.

It's hard to say.

That's how it is.

After the controversy escalates, people might agree that the doctor followed the procedure.

But deep down, isn't there even a trace of displeasure and resistance?

What if they encounter a situation that requires confidentiality someday?

But doing nothing and watching innocent bystanders die tragically while the real culprit goes unpunished?

Adam was unwilling as well.

This is something that doctors shouldn't be involved in.

Then let the people who should really be in charge take charge!

Normally, after such a serious accident, it should be clear who was driving.

But the efficiency of the United States police is truly worrying.

The African American police officer who arrived at the accident scene first and came to the hospital with him didn't even know who was driving.

Is the other person genuinely stupid, just slacking off, or pretending to be stupid?

Adam didn't know.

But he has a way of getting the other party to investigate carefully, and then easily figure out who the real culprit is.

"Kate, it's me."

Once outside the hospital building, Adam dialed the number of a police officer friend.

Although she is a homicide detective, she is not responsible for traffic accidents.

But as a beautiful female detective, she has extensive connections and is well-connected within the New York Police Department system.

Through her, we can remind the responsible police officer to pay a little more attention.

Such obvious marks are not so easy to cover up.

And that sports car belonged to the deceased, Larry.

From this perspective, the Larry family is no ordinary family. Once things get out of hand, it's hard to say who will use their financial power.

"Okay, I'll give you a signed copy before the new book is released."

Adam smiled and agreed to Kate's request.

He knew Kate because Kate was also a fan of Lord of the Mysteries.

During a previous autograph session in New York, she even went backstage through a police officer colleague responsible for maintaining order and personally asked Adam for his autograph.

The other party is a righteous police officer, and he looks so righteous too.

Adam also felt it was necessary to make some police friends, so he wouldn't be pulled over at any time and get a lecture right away.

So we exchanged phone numbers.

Um.

That's all.

Anyway, he has no other memories...

After hanging up the phone, Adam returned to the emergency room.

"Dr. Duncan."

John Carter immediately leaned over. "I've stitched it up."

What kind of cable are you using?

Adam asked.

"4-0 size absorbable subcutaneous sutures".

Carter replied quickly, looking at Adam with expectant eyes.

"Okay, let's go check the stitching results."

Adam chuckled.

He understands the students' desire for praise from the teacher during class.

The ward.

Where are they?

Carter exclaimed in surprise.

"A middle-aged hermaphrodite? He should be in the women's restroom by now."

The nurse said casually.

"He just had his stitches done, he should rest more."

Carter complained.

"That's it?"

Adam looked at him and reminded him, "He is your patient, and you should be aware of his condition and pay close attention to it at all times."

"Yes, Dr. Duncan."

Carter paused for a moment, then nodded quickly. "I'll go find him right away."

Just then, the sound of running echoed down the corridor.

"What happened?"

"Someone is on the roof of the hospital, preparing to jump!"

Upon hearing this, Adam immediately ran to the rooftop.

This was a matter of saving lives, and he had no choice but to do so.

"OMG!"

Carter was a little slow to react, but then, recalling his conversation with the patient, he immediately guessed what was going on, exclaimed in surprise, and ran towards the rooftop with all his might.

"Please don't let it be my patient, please don't let it be my patient, please don't let it be my patient!"

When he stumbled over there, he looked in that direction and broke out in a cold sweat.

What you fear most is what will happen to you.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, striking a pose reminiscent of Rose in free flight, who else could it be but Ms. Carlton?

If he had known this would happen, he would have acknowledged the woman's identity and given her a proper response, instead of ignoring her entirely because of some prejudice.

If the other person jumps now, he'll probably be uneasy for the rest of his life.

P. S.: It's Saturday, and as usual, I'm going out to have some fun. There will only be one chapter at noon, and the other two chapters will be in the evening. Sorry!