Everyone Is Talented
Medical Center.
At the entrance of the building.
An ambulance was parked there all alone. A young and pretty woman in uniform sat in the ambulance, sweating profusely, her right hand reaching into a bloody chest, her eyes filled with terror.
"You must go and save my husband!"
As time passed, the patient's wife, who had been screaming in fear, came to her senses and saw that everyone was far away and no one was coming to save her husband. She immediately panicked.
"Sorry, we can't go over there until the bomb squad arrives."
Adam shook his head.
Joke.
Although he has Bullet Time, his speed is far beyond that of ordinary people.
But that doesn't mean he can take over the uniformed girl's position, remove the Rocket Propelled Grenade from the patient's body, and then quickly throw it away.
The speed and power of the bomb's explosion are unknown.
The sense of threat to Adam was so intense.
Obviously, if it explodes in his hands or near him, it will be a fatal blow to him.
He was indeed very devout in healing the sick and saving lives.
But don't forget.
He did this in order to safely save people and extend his Lifespan, that is, to survive.
And now he's being asked to risk his life for a complete stranger?
Feel sorry!
Despite all these years of hard work, he has never forgotten who he is.
He is not Saintly Mother!
Shouting to someone, "I will take care of your wife and children," is quite exhilarating.
But it's really awful to be called that by someone else.
If something happens to him now, in the end, who knows who will benefit from all of this?
Only a fool would do that!
"You are doctors! Saving lives is your responsibility!"
The patient's wife started screaming hysterically again.
"Saving lives is our responsibility, defusing bombs is not."
Adam coldly replied, "We must wait for the bomb disposal team to arrive and defuse the bomb threat before we can rescue people."
Dr. Burke stood to the side, looking conflicted, but after much hesitation, he chose to remain silent.
If he hadn't known in the first place, and had taken on this patient, perhaps he would have insisted on taking full responsibility out of a sense of professional ethics.
But at this moment, not only had he not taken over, but he also suspected that the other party was a terrorist who was Human Bomb, so he naturally would not impulsively go up to be a hero.
"Exactly! We're just medical staff, not bomb disposal experts!"
"Who knows if they're terrorists who did this on purpose!"
"Do normal people possess Rocket Propelled Grenade?"
"If she truly loves her husband, she should drive an ambulance to a secluded place and personally remove the Rocket Propelled Grenade from his body. That would be true love. Otherwise, why should she ask a doctor to remove the bomb?"
"She must know about the Pink Mist, which is why she's afraid to go there."
"Pink Mist?"
"Don't you know? When a bomb explodes, the people affected will be blown into countless pieces. If the power is great enough, people will be liquefied or even vaporized."
One moment you're a person, the next you've turned into a cloud of blood mist, leaving nothing but mangled, bloody particles.
"OMG! This is terrifying! We are just regular medical staff, not battlefield medics."
"Is there a difference in the United States?"
"Thanks to Dr. Duncan's keen intuition, he sensed the danger and warned us in advance, otherwise we might all have died and the entire hospital might have been blown to bits."
"..."
The medical staff, standing at a distance, were still shaken and discussing the matter amongst themselves.
Overwhelmed with fear, he felt gratitude toward Adam and hostility and anger toward the patient couple who had started the whole thing.
"We are not terrorists!"
The patient's wife also heard the discussion. Her face turned red and she roared at everyone around her, but she didn't move an inch.
"Mindy, what are you doing here? Where's James?"
Just then, a car pulled up and stopped. A middle-aged white man dressed in Allied military uniform from World War II, with bloodstains on his body, got out and called out to the patient's wife.
"You idiot! You killed James!"
Upon seeing the other person, Mindy immediately roared, "You better save James right now!"
"I'm not a doctor."
The man looked at the crowd, completely bewildered. "You're all doctors, why didn't you save James?"
"Because he has Rocket Propelled Grenade inside his body!!!"
Mindy exploded. "You and James, you two idiots, how old are you? Still playing such dangerous games..."
"We're not playing a game!"
The man interrupted impatiently, "We are reenacting it. We have accurately replicated the Allied anti-tank weapon from World War II, the M9A1 rocket launcher!"
"Was it you who fired the Rocket Propelled Grenade?"
Adam exclaimed in shock.
Everyone says United States know how to have fun, but this time, they still managed to shatter Adam's expectations.
"We test-fired it in the backyard. I was the gunner, and James was the loader. We followed the specifications exactly. It was a 60mm caliber rocket launcher that weighed 1.5 pounds. It was absolutely perfect..."
The man still didn't understand what was going on, and as he talked, he became engrossed in the joy of perfectly replicating the weapon.
How powerful was the explosion?
Adam interrupted.
"I have no idea."
The man was taken aback, then muttered, "Anyway, it's an anti-tank weapon, very powerful."
"Rocket Propelled Grenade with this much power has been fired into James' body and could explode at any moment!"
The patient's wife, Mindy, yelled, "If you really are James's best friend and comrade-in-arms, then you go now, drive the ambulance to a deserted place, and remove the Rocket Propelled Grenade from James's body so the doctors can save James. Time is running out; James is about to die!"
"..."
The man cosplaying as an Allied soldier from World War II stood there stunned, only then realizing that the Rocket Propelled Grenade he had fired hadn't exploded and was now lying inside his comrade James's stomach, ready to explode at any moment.
"Mindy, you know I'm French-Italian, and I really want to save James, but that's not my forte. Let's wait for the bomb squad..."
"..."
Adam and the others listened, their lips twitching.
What a powerful principle.
I am of French and Italian descent, so I cosplay as a French and Italian soldier.
Good for nothing, but a master at running away!
No problem!
It's reminiscent of Sheldon and Leonard teaming up to play a game. They stole the Blades of Azzinoth, and while Leonard and his teammates were outnumbered and killed on the spot, he teleported away, shouting, "I am the Blademaster!"
Then he quickly auctioned off the Sword Blademaster's Sword. When questioned by Leonard and his two companions, he confidently replied, "I am Night Elf Rogue. Haven't you read the character description?"
"What's the situation now?"
The bomb squad finally arrived quickly.
After Adam finished explaining the situation.
The bomb squad leader was speechless; this was simply courting death and getting others killed as well.
"How is the evacuation of people from this building going?"
"The evacuation is still underway."
Dr. Burke, who had been following the matter closely, immediately replied, "Some surgeries in progress in the Operating Room cannot be stopped."
For example.
Dr. Shepherd was performing brain surgery when he had to stop halfway through, leaving the patient with a 100% chance of dying.
"I suggest that the ambulance be driven to an open and deserted area as soon as possible before the bomb is defused."
Adam suggested.
"No, homemade bombs are too unstable and cannot be moved."
The leader of the bomb squad immediately denied it.
Adam said nothing more.
This kind of situation can only be handled by professionals.
P. S.: Thank you Fu Jian for the donation!