Open the door!
Outside the Medical Center.
"May I have your name?"
The bomb squad leader shouted to the female paramedic who was on the verge of collapse.
"Hannah Davis".
"That's what the female paramedic said in a trembling voice."
"Okay, Hannah."
The bomb squad leader said, "If we are to save Mr. Mr. Carlson, we must take out the bomb immediately, and only you can do that."
"I can't do it!"
Hannah cried out.
No, you can do it!
The bomb squad leader shouted, "You need to be very careful, very slow, take the bomb out, remember to keep it horizontal, and then hand it to me, okay?"
"No, I can't do it, I want to leave here."
Hannah grew increasingly terrified.
Holding a bomb is terrifying enough, but now they have to remove it from the patient's body. Even if they are very careful, this is still too much of a move.
Just a little thought reveals how dangerous this is.
"No! You're a paramedic, you have to save my husband!"
The patient's wife, Mindy, yelled.
That worked.
It's just a counterproductive effect.
Hannah thought about how hard she had tried to save the patient, even going so far as to violate emergency procedures by directly putting her hand into the patient's chest, only to save someone who had brought death upon himself and almost caused the deaths of countless others.
Now his wife only knows how to yell at her, putting her life in danger!
She was only 22 years old, had just graduated, had just started working, and was just beginning her life.
If the patient were a hero, or even just an innocent ordinary person, she might grit her teeth and risk her life to save them.
But the other party clearly brought this upon themselves, playing some kind of World War II weapons game. Even his 'comrades' were unwilling to come to his rescue, so why should she be the one to save him?
At worst, I'll just quit doing emergency care.
This kind of work is open to anyone who wants to do it!
She also has her own family and loving parents. How sad would she be if she knew she was dead?
These thoughts flashed through Hannah's mind the moment Mindy, the patient's wife, finished yelling. Then, she decisively withdrew her hand, jumped out of the ambulance, and ran into the distance.
"No!!!"
When the patient's wife, Mindy, saw this, she let out another roar.
But that's all there is to it.
Her feet, like the French-Italian man who stood there awkwardly, remained motionless.
Damn it!
Everyone hid behind the wall.
The bomb squad leader, who was nearby, immediately lay down on the ground.
These are all subconscious actions.
A few seconds later.
The bomb still didn't explode.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and peered inside.
The bomb squad leader stood up, glanced at the patient, then looked back at everyone, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm going to get the bomb now. Get ready to rescue the person immediately."
Adam frowned, because the sense of threat had not decreased, but rather increased.
What this means is obvious.
He was just thinking about whether he should try to persuade the bomb squad leader not to get any closer.
Boom!
A Pink Mist appeared.
The bomb's power and release time were insufficient to blow up anyone nearby.
Only the bomb squad leader, who was nearby, was knocked to the ground by the impact.
"Help!"
After the sense of crisis subsided, Adam rushed over to check on the bomb squad leader who had fallen to the ground, unconscious, with many metal fragments embedded in his back and bleeding profusely.
"Push the bed!"
Dr. Burke was the second to react, shouting as his Sheldon rang.
Unfortunately, no one responded.
Because the nurses in the hospital had never experienced anything like this before, and with their Sheldon ringing, they had no time to pay attention to what others were saying.
Adam lifted the bomb squad leader with both hands, strode into the hospital, placed him on the stretcher that Dr. Burke had personally brought, and performed examinations while pushing him into the emergency room.
"Team leader!"
Several members of the bomb squad surrounded them.
They are used to this buzzing sound and are very accustomed to it.
"Go and call the nurse."
Adam gave the order.
"The danger is over. Resume oxygen supply to the emergency room immediately!"
"Operating Room ready."
"Call Dr. Sandy over."
Dr. Burke picked up the emergency room phone and called Richard, the Chief of Surgery who had been waiting for news, to ask him to restore oxygen.
The bomb squad leader was injured like this, so before he was taken to the Operating Room, his condition must be stabilized in the emergency room. Oxygen masks and other assisted breathing devices are essential.
The Operating Room also requires a certain amount of preparation time.
After Adam and Dr. Burke worked together to stabilize her condition, she was immediately transferred to Operating Room 3.
And Dr. Sandy, Plastic Surgery Department, was already waiting there.
The bomb squad leader was close by and not only had many metal fragments embedded in his back, but also suffered large areas of burns from the high temperature of the explosion. He will definitely need Plastic Surgery.
The only saving grace was that the bomb squad leader was facing away from the bomb at the time.
Otherwise, he would probably be disfigured by now.
Back surgery and facial plastic surgery are completely different concepts in this appearance-obsessed world.
With current Plastic Surgery, it's simply impossible to achieve that level of perfection.
Once you're disfigured, plastic surgery is just a matter of making you less scary than you are.
To think you can return to your original state, or even reach a higher level, is simply out of the question.
In comparison, my back felt much better.
While Adam and his team were rescuing the bomb squad leader in the Operating Room, chaos had already broken out outside.
Mindy, the wife of the patient who was killed in the bombing, cried and made a scene.
The French-Italian man, dressed in Allied military uniform, was also shifting blame, saying the doctors and emergency personnel were incompetent.
It got really out of hand.
The hospital only quieted down a little after the FBI arrived and took them away.
Although it's Happy America, gunfights happen every day.
The right to bear arms is a legal right granted to citizens by the Second Amendment to the United States. Constitution, and no one may deprive them of it.
But that refers to carrying a gun, not anti-tank Rocket Propelled Grenade.
Even though the deceased patient's wife, Mindy, kept saying that her husband had only made a big gun.
But the FBI clearly does not agree.
It was 1999, and the horrific tragedy that shocked the world had not yet occurred, but United States were already very sensitive to attacks such as bomb explosions.
No way.
Who told us to be so meddlesome all over the world, making countless enemies?
United States may not say it, but they know it very well.
How could they not be afraid of retaliation?
This is New York, the economic and cultural center of the United States. The hospital that was almost bombed is one of the top hospitals in New York. With such a big commotion, the FBI will definitely investigate it thoroughly.
Today you can easily assemble Rocket Propelled Grenade in the suburbs of New York and even launch them from your shoulder.
Why don't you just launch a terrorist attack tomorrow?
Even if you don't want it, what if the items fall into the hands of real terrorists?
They're afraid to get serious about anything.
When the FBI got serious, Adam was also approached.
When Adam came out of the Operating Room, a young and beautiful woman in a business suit who had been sitting at Operating Room door stood up, smiled with Adam's favorite dimples, and held up her ID in front of Adam.
"Dr. Duncan. Adam Duncan, this is Jessie Paige, FBI. Do you have a moment? I have some questions for you..."
P. S.: Thank you to Night's Moment and reader 20171015030401408 for the donations! I only had one chapter at noon; I didn't finish the other chapter this morning, so I'll post them together tonight. Sorry!