You Know Too Much
Hang up the phone.
Adam currently in the VIP ward.
He is in charge of a patient with Rathke's Cleft Cyst today.
"Mr. Martin, Mr. Martin."
The Nurse Know-It-All, anxiously knocked on the bathroom door of the ward.
"Dr. Duncan, Mr. Martin is locked inside and won't open the door."
"Mr. Martin, please open the door. I know you are in pain, but you need our help."
Adam knocked on the door.
"I don't need help, I don't need anyone."
The patient, Mr. Martin, shouted from inside the bathroom through the door, "I am a small island, a beautiful island, surrounded by water on all sides."
"Shit!"
Adam's expression changed.
"Dr. Duncan, I'll go get security."
The Nurse Know-It-All, said it instinctively.
"Need not."
Adam twisted the lock hard and opened it.
Then the Nurse Know-It-All stood there dumbfounded.
Mr. Martin, a successful man who could afford a VIP ward, was seen lying face down on the toilet, his face completely submerged in the water. When he saw Adam and the others come in, he raised his head briefly, then immediately shoved it back in, desperately drinking water.
Adam stepped forward, picked Mr. Martin up with one hand, and walked outside.
"No!"
The patient, Mr. Martin, struggled frantically. "Let me go back, I want water."
"Violet, go get the restraints."
Adam commanded.
"Yes."
The Nurse Know-It-All immediately ran out.
"Don't look at me, I don't want anyone to see me in such a miserable state."
Mr. Martin struggled and roared.
"This is not who you are, Mr. Martin."
Adam reached out and pressed him down on the hospital bed, comforting him, "You're just sick. You have a Rathke's Cleft Cyst in your pituitary gland, which is causing hyponatremia, and that's why you're so thirsty."
However, we cannot have you drink a lot of water, so we can only use intravenous drip.
Drinking large amounts of water will further affect your blood sodium levels, causing you to experience mental confusion.
That wasn't a beautiful island surrounded by the sea; it was just a toilet.
I'm not one of the flight crew members you're traveling on vacation with; I'm your doctor.
No! I don't believe it!
Mr. Martin was hysterical.
He is in a state of mental instability.
Adam had seen the other person in their normal state.
A successful businessman who is both aloof and proud.
He was accompanied by a male assistant.
According to this assistant, Mr. Martin has no friends, and the only person he can be considered a friend is his assistant, who has been with him for three years.
All right.
This is just wishful thinking on the part of the assistant.
When the assistant restricted his boss's water intake as Adam had advised, the assistant was fired due to the boss's extreme thirst.
Adam advised Mr. Martin against doing so.
"You're just a doctor, what do you know?"
Mr. Martin retorted directly, "We'll talk about this again once you have an assistant."
His words were full of disdain and pride.
Adam, of course, disdained to say anything more to him.
But the Nurse Know-It-All couldn't stand it and suppressed Mr. Martin's arrogance with just a few words.
There are many successful businessmen, but not one out of a hundred is a billionaire.
Mr. Martin had to retract his statement.
Dr. Adam must have genuinely known the relationship between his assistant and his boss.
But he did not heed Adam's advice to call his assistant back.
Because in his eyes, his assistant's respect for him had crumbled after seeing him in such a disheveled state.
He would never want to use such an assistant again.
Adam could understand this.
Just like in ancient times, knowing too many royal secrets could be dangerous.
You know too much.
I do not wish to see you.
You can only disappear...
"Dr. Duncan."
In that short time, the Nurse Know-It-All had already quickly brought over the restraints.
"Tie him up."
Adam commanded.
The Nurse Know-It-All, skillfully tied Mr. Martin's hands and feet to the hospital bed.
"Give him a 3% hypertonic saline intravenous drip for four consecutive hours, totaling 500 ml."
Adam gave the doctor's order, "Repeat it."
"Administer 3% hypertonic saline intravenously over the Four Interns, for a total of 500 ml."
"The Nurse Know-It-All repeated."
"Very good."
Adam reiterated, "This hypertonic saline solution cannot be injected in too much, otherwise it will cause permanent damage to the patient's brain, so please be careful that it is 500 ml in total over the Four Interns."
A nurse is just a nurse after all.
For common illnesses, they can indeed treat themselves without a doctor.
However, their knowledge is insufficient when it comes to complex and rare diseases.
If they had misheard the doctor's order as 500 ml per hour for four consecutive hours, the patient's brain would have been ruined.
It's either immediate death or permanent paralysis.
Adam had just declared to Liz that "all good doctors have caused the deaths of patients who shouldn't have died due to mistakes."
What he didn't say was that this common sense applies to ordinary, excellent doctors.
For someone as arrogant as him.
He could have avoided the patient's death by mistake forever.
Moreover, the further he goes, the higher the success rate of this avoidance becomes as his skills and abilities continue to improve.
He didn't want to stumble on such a small mistake on his first attempt.
Even if it happens...
It will not affect his career.
Even after so many years, those excellent doctors can still recite every detail of what they encountered when they first experienced such an event.
Clearly, this kind of thing can become a lifelong shadow and regret for the person involved.
Adam's brain contains Encrypted Folder.
But he would never make a mistake that could have been avoided by saying one more word.
"I understand, Dr. Duncan."
The Nurse Know-It-All, nodded seriously.
"Dr. Shepherd."
After settling Mr. Martin in, Adam went to Dr. Shepherd and explained the situation.
"OK."
Dr. Shepherd raised his wrist and checked the time. It was already past two o'clock. Mr. Martin's intravenous drip would take four hours, which would be after work hours.
"Keep a close eye on him tonight, and we'll do the surgery tomorrow."
One key difference between Attending Physician and resident physicians is that their working hours are fixed.
Except for the periodic shifts with other Attending Physician to be on duty at the hospital, and special circumstances requiring me to come to the hospital, the rest of the time I work a normal 7 am to 5 pm with weekends off.
This ensures that the Attending Physician can have the same work and rest schedule as everyone else.
That is, to be able to have a normal life.
Residents are desperate to become Attending Physician, not just for the money, but also for the free time.
True happiness lies in having both money and leisure time.
"Cristina, you can repay your favor now."
After Adam and Dr. Shepherd agreed, they found Cristina and entrusted her with the task of looking after Mr. Martin that night.
Actually, even the Nurse Know-It-All can handle it.
But Mr. Martin was Adam's patient, and he was quite worried about not having a dedicated doctor to care for him.
He decided to simply use the favor Cristina owed him.
Otherwise, she'll always be thinking about it.
Moreover, if she makes more bets in the future, and the debts accumulate and she can't use them all, there's a risk that she might just give up and default on the debt.
It's better to repay debts as they are, so that it's not difficult to incur more debts.
As expected, Cristina happily agreed.
For a principled and proud person, owing favors to others is actually a burden.
I feel uncomfortable if I don't pay it back soon.
Unfortunately, Adam had never given her a chance before.
Now it's all good; it's just staying up all night and taking care of one more patient, and that's enough to offset a favor.
This is so much better than sending someone to perform surgery.
Adam trusted Cristina quite a bit, but he still reminded her three times before changing his clothes as soon as he got off work and driving to New Jersey.
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