Burning Heart

Nurse station.

"Sorry."

Cristina apologized to Debbie, the nurse she had offended earlier.

"It's not that hard to show us more respect, is it?"

"Nurse Debbie said quietly."

"We're all colleagues, so mutual respect is only natural."

Adam smiled and tried to smooth things over.

"That's the real reason why Dr. Duncan so popular."

Nurse Debbie smiled and said, "Not only is he the best, but he's also the kindest!"

Cristina watched Adam and the nurse exchanging pleasantries, inwardly rolling her eyes, but she didn't show it on her face.

Adam's story truly moved her.

She felt that her former senior was practically a reflection of herself.

If it were her, she could have done those things too.

It's perfectly normal to complain when you're in a bad mood and encounter a nurse you don't like.

Once a confrontation occurs, it's inevitable that they'll stubbornly refuse to admit their mistakes.

She's a doctor, a high and mighty one!

But the fact that the nurse could use so many convoluted schemes to justify her revenge was something she never expected.

No way.

The only thing I can do is admit my mistake from the bottom of my heart.

She is indeed arrogant.

But she was also rational enough!

To jeopardize her future as a doctor for the sake of saving face is something only a fool would do.

"Okay, I'll call another doctor for this case of severe diarrhea."

Nurse Debbie was overjoyed by Adam's words and, at Adam's prompting, finally let go of the pressure completely.

Thank you.

Cristina was also delighted.

This not only meant she could escape the endless dirty and tiring work, but also that she could compete for the first adult male teratoma removal surgery.

"Go quickly."

Adam is more proactive Cristina.

This is a great opportunity to cut losses and turn a profit after a conflict with the surgery schedule.

Cristina nodded and ran off with a joyful expression.

The ward.

Adam performed a pre-operative examination on Mrs. Griswold.

"Allen, make sure they remove that tube from my throat after the surgery..."

Mrs. Griswold, as always, was nagging and assigning tasks to her husband.

"Let's take a break."

Mr. Griswold advised.

"What did you say?!"

Mrs. Griswold's voice suddenly rose to a ninety-degree angle.

"You're about to have surgery, so rest well and don't talk for now."

Mr. Griswold paused for a moment, then lowered his head and repeated himself.

"I can't even speak? Fine! Are you annoyed with me? You've gone too far..."

Mrs. Griswold immediately flew into a rage.

"Shut up!"

This time, however, her husband, who had been honest his whole life, did not bow his head and listen to her scolding as he had done countless times before. Instead, he raised his head and yelled at her, and the yelling grew louder and louder until he was hoarse.

"Shut up! You complain to me all day long, grumble at me, and bother me every single day. Can't you even have a moment of peace?! Even just a little bit?! Can't you have a moment of peace in your entire life?!?"

"Mr. Griswold, please calm down!"

Adam noticed something was wrong as soon as he started speaking and quickly stopped him.

Heart patients can't withstand such criticism.

But unfortunately, honest people can't control themselves when they lose their temper.

Soon.

Beep beep beep.

The alarm on the monitor went off.

Mrs. Griswold, whether out of anger or fear, clutched her chest, struggling to breathe.

"She had a heart attack."

"Four milligrams of morphine!"

"Give her another injection of nitroglycerin, ten micrograms per minute!"

"Notify the Operating Room! Notify Dr. Green!"

"Everyone, hurry up, we need to start the surgery right away!"

Adam calmly gave instructions.

"It's all my fault."

Mr. Griswold also recovered from his outburst and, seeing his wife like this, felt guilty.

Adam glanced at him but said nothing.

This unexpected situation was indeed caused by him.

But considering their actual situation, Adam could understand him.

However, Adam wouldn't comfort him with things like, "Your wife will be fine."

An elderly person's heart, which has already undergone three heart surgeries, is now undergoing its fourth. To prevent it from pausing again, it can only be operated on under local anesthesia.

It's hard to say how the surgery will turn out.

Moreover, even if Adam were 100% certain, he wouldn't have said those things.

Giving hope first and then shattering it is the cruelest thing to do, and it is also the easiest way to provoke a lawsuit from the patient's family.

Even professional doctors wouldn't do that.

Operating Room.

"Well, Mrs. Griswold's condition is surprisingly good."

Adam performed the surgery, cut open the chest, and was astonished.

"Indeed."

Leonard, who was always in the first assistant position to provide Adam with the opportunity to perform the surgery, glanced at her and nodded. "Some people are just more physically strong. For an average person, it would be difficult to survive the first surgery, but Mrs. Griswold survived to the fourth one and will continue to live well."

"I just don't know if Mr. Griswold is happy or sad."

Adam said slowly.

"He's too old-fashioned."

Leonard had always been Mrs. Griswold's Attending Physician, so he knew their family situation very well. He shook his head and said, "If he had been a little braver, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Half of Mrs. Griswold's domineering nature was cultivated by him."

The anesthesiologists and nurses around them exchanged gossipy smiles.

"Step back!"

The situation suddenly changed, Adam instantly entered Bullet Time.

In his field of vision, a spark burst forth from the burning point of the electrocautery device in Adam's hand.

Adam immediately pushed Leonard away, who was also bent over and facing the fire.

Leonard stumbled from the push and was momentarily stunned.

"Red Alert!"

At that moment, the thermometer in the Operating Room went off, and only then did the nurse call out.

Boom!

A flame burst forth on Mrs. Griswold's chest.

If Adam hadn't pushed Leonard, with his bent-over posture, would most likely have had his face covered in flames.

"Activate emergency firefighting measures!"

"Saline solution! Wet towel!"

"Turn off the power!"

"Turn off the oxygen!"

"Install the airbag to assist breathing!"

"Evacuate all unnecessary personnel immediately!"

Adam shouted repeatedly, quickly extinguished the fire with saline solution, then treated it with a wet towel to stop the bleeding.

Amazingly, after this ordeal, Mrs. Griswold seemed as if the fire hadn't affected her at all; her vital signs remained far better than those of her peers, even surpassing those of young, strong hearts.

"You noticed it before the machine alarm went off?"

Leonard, having seen his share of big events, quickly recovered and immediately returned to his first-team assistant position to help Adam with the resuscitation. Once the surgery was back in a stable state, he asked the question that had been troubling everyone.

"My eyesight is still pretty good."

As Adam repaired his heart, he chuckled, "The reaction is alright."

Everyone: "..."

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