Black Humor
Medical Center.
Emergency room.
Just as Adam was about to go find Marshall and the others, another ambulance arrived.
So they had no choice but to give up.
It seems Marshall Lily and the others have already left.
"Dr. Duncan!"
The nurse was calling from the other end.
"What's going on?"
Adam immediately went to meet him.
"A 12-year-old male with multiple gunshot wounds to his legs and abdomen. We rushed here and started intravenous infusion at the maximum flow rate."
The paramedics pushed the stretcher and quickly reported the situation.
"Two liters of IV fluids were administered, but no pulse could be detected."
"Hurry up and get him into examination room number 1."
Adam gave instructions as he jogged over to observe the patient's condition.
"Prepare type O blood! Hang up the transfusion tubing!"
"Get hemoglobin and hematocrit tests done!"
"Good heavens!"
The nurse responded quickly, and when she caught a glimpse of the boy on the operating table, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"A shooting from a moving vehicle?"
One of the nurses couldn't help but ask.
"No!"
The emergency responder, who had already handed over his duties, gasped, "The exclusive deal fell through; they used the blacklist tactic."
"But he's only 12 years old?"
The nurse couldn't believe it.
"When he was found, he had a 9mm submachine gun and a Ruger on him."
The paramedics said something and then left.
Those of them who provide emergency care are also driven by workload; every second counts!
Upon hearing this, Adam glanced at the boy's dark skin and sighed inwardly.
The welfare system in the United States is amazing.
The American TV series Shameless perfectly illustrates this.
Some strange illnesses, like agoraphobia, make people afraid to go out.
As long as you get the doctor's approval, you can receive a benefit.
With this benefit, there's no problem not working.
Those who have children or adopt children can also receive monthly welfare payments.
A Shameless can live a very comfortable life by living off the welfare money of his children, as long as he has enough children.
Anyway, even homeless people are supported by various charities.
Even if the food and clothing are a little worse, at least we won't starve.
The Shameless only collect their monthly welfare payments and don't care about the children at all.
Some children, if they are ambitious, can even start working and earning money at a young age.
As a father, he could still snatch the money and go have fun himself.
This Shameless refers to the Old Bai man.
When it was the African American's turn, a miraculous scene unfolded.
Normal African American families, even with many children, do not receive welfare benefits.
Unless it's a single-parent family.
And it can only be the kind where the mother raises the child.
Even if the father pretended to leave home, it wouldn't work; there were people checking on him at any time.
If the father is found to be at home, then the welfare benefits will be discontinued.
Hmm.
It seems to encourage Black men to go out and have fun.
I will take care of your wife and children.
However, in a family without a father and raised solely by the mother, even with welfare benefits, the mother still has to go out to work in order to better support her children.
At this time, these children, who had no one to care for them, had been living on the streets since they were young.
Even if they don't run into their father, they will still encounter his kind, his uncles and elders.
So, whatever their uncles and aunts did, they did from a young age.
And what can you do on the street?
This creates a vicious cycle.
Few Black children can break free from this vicious cycle.
Adam is being resuscitated, but obviously not.
At the age of 12, he had a submachine gun in one hand Ruger pistol in the other. How could he possibly hold a pen to read and write?
Even if they initially wanted to study, did they have the money?
It takes many years for hard work to show results.
But depravity is just a matter of a gun.
Few adults possess this kind of composure, let alone children.
With these thoughts in mind, Adam continued to do everything he could to save him.
Once the condition stabilizes, they will be immediately transferred to the Operating Room.
Although surgery can be performed here, the sterilization environment and the availability of equipment are nowhere near those of Operating Room.
However, considering the nature of emergency care, this is quite normal.
Outside the consultation room.
The emergency room received an extra patient.
"Is there something you need?"
John Carter changed his clothes and was ready to go back and get down to business: Braised Pork Hock!
When I was signing in at the nurses' station to leave work, I noticed a visitor and couldn't help but ask.
It wasn't that he was being nosy, but rather that he meant well.
Because the other party was an African American child of about ten years old, wearing a red hat and a tattered sports jacket that he didn't know which adult had picked up, so bulky that it almost dragged on the ground.
The African American boy was seen wandering around, looking for someone.
Carter saw this and naturally wanted to help.
But the boy seemed not to hear, and continued looking around.
Are you looking for your parents?
Carter raised his voice.
The boy still didn't respond. He pulled back the curtain separating the two rooms, glanced at the boy, and left.
"Hi!"
Carter caught up and patted the boy on the shoulder.
But then he froze there.
Because what greeted him was not a boy's smiling face or bewildered expression, but a dark, menacing gun barrel.
The African American boy casually pulled a handgun from his ridiculously large jacket and pointed it at him.
What sent chills down his spine was the boy's expressionless face.
This is an extreme indifference that shows complete disregard for life.
Carter didn't dare to move.
He had no doubt that the boy would dare to fire the gun.
"Oh, my God!"
"You little brat, get out of my way... Ah!"
The African American boy simply laid his cards on the table, marching forward with a gun in hand.
Whenever he encountered someone, a single glance at the gun would either silence them or leave them terrified.
What they all had in common was that they dared not move, not even to shout.
The African American boy went from one consultation room to another, seeing and walking through each one!
They finally arrived at the examination room where Adam were.
"Who let you in..."
When the African American boy pushed the door open, the emergency nurse instinctively scolded him, then stood there frozen.
Adam was forced into Bullet Time the instant the other person entered.
He glanced at the other person and immediately realized that the other person intended to fire.
Although the gun was aimed at the patient on the operating table.
But Adam still decided to take action.
At the critical moment, Adam threw the clamp Adam was holding away with great force.
In Bullet Time, the African American boy holding the gun had just touched the trigger.
The clamp, propelled by Adam's powerful acceleration, struck the African American boy's gun-wielding arm like a cannonball.
"Snort!"
A muffled groan came from the African American boy's mouth.
A child in his early teens showed amazing tolerance for pain.
His expressionless face showed only a slight furrowing of his brow.
Even so, the pistol had already fallen to the ground as the hand reflexively released its grip.
The arm holding the gun was slightly twisted from the powerful impact, and it was definitely broken.
Adam rushed from the operating table and reached out to grab the African American boy's other hand, which was still trying to take back the gun despite the situation.
The powerful force imprisoned the opponent.
But when faced with the other's defiant and indifferent gaze, Adam delivered a perfect chop to the neck, knocking the other unconscious.
"Notify security."
Adam kicked the pistol under the table and quickly returned to the operating table.
"Let's continue."
P. S.: I have something to do tonight, sorry!