Try It and Die

Medical Center.

The ward.

Adam wanted to leave as soon as he finished his treatment.

"Good."

Dr. Montgomery nodded immediately.

At that moment, she reached out and applied an ice pack to her wound, a very unseemly gesture.

There was no other way before.

Now that the treatment is complete, and my professional skills have improved, the shame has returned.

"Adam, lock the door."

Dr. Montgomery, as if struck by a sudden thought, exclaimed.

"This."

Adam stopped and said with a wry smile, "I don't have the key."

The key is with the nurse.

"Then why don't you stay a little longer and keep an eye on the door for me?"

"Dr. Montgomery pleaded."

"All right."

Adam nodded helplessly.

Help someone to the very end, and see them through to the end.

This favor has already been done to such an extent, it must be done thoroughly.

Otherwise it would be a huge loss.

In the ward.

It fell silent for a moment.

After treatment and the application of ice packs, Dr. Montgomery finally felt a little better. He lay there, silently staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

After locking the door, Adam sat down by the hospital bed, avoiding direct eye contact with Dr. Montgomery. Adhering to the principle that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, he had no intention of speaking.

A while later.

"Adam, could you go and call Derek for me?"

"Dr. Montgomery began."

"Good."

Although Adam didn't understand, he readily agreed.

He doesn't want to stay here.

The longer it goes on, the greater the risk of being gossiped about.

After leaving the ward, they found Dr. Shepherd and brought him over.

"I'm going to show you something, but you're not allowed to laugh or gloat."

Dr. Montgomery had already drawn the curtain and spoke to her husband outside.

Why should I gloat?

Dr. Shepherd was very impatient, was taken aback.

"Because I got Poison Ivy Rash."

Dr. Montgomery said.

"What?"

Dr. Shepherd pulled back the curtain, leaned in, and couldn't help but grin with schadenfreude. "You really have Poison Ivy Rash, and a very severe one at that."

"Can we even things out now?"

Seeing her husband's gloating, Dr. Montgomery said coquettishly, "Isn't this bad enough? Isn't this enough retribution for me?"

Adam then understood her plan.

This is just playing the victim to gain sympathy.

But how does getting Poison Ivy Rash equate to being punished for cheating and then being forgiven?

But before Adam could figure out the score...

Even more perplexing human behavior has occurred.

Dr. Shepherd smiled.

He smiled.

A very happy laugh.

The kind of laugh that couples know very well.

Then.

Dr. Montgomery grabbed the pillow behind her and angrily threw it at her husband.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Then the two who were flirting laughed.

Their smiles were so happy and relieved.

Only Adam, who had become invisible, looked completely bewildered, as if that classic voice was echoing in his mind. "Little friend, do you have a lot of questions?"

What happened?

How could they have forgotten their past grievances with a smile?

Adam dared not speak, nor ask, and drifted away silently.

As long as they are happy.

Emergency room.

Clang!

The door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.

"Never let me see that filthy thing again!"

A pretty emergency room nurse, grumbling, pushed in a stretcher.

"What's going on?"

Adam asked curiously.

"Who cares?!"

The pretty emergency room attendant looked furious and, without even giving Adam any face, left the gurney and the patient behind, slamming the door and leaving.

Wow!

"Who is this? Why is she so angry!"

"That's too much. Even if you're angry, you shouldn't give Dr. Duncan that look."

"I'll remember her."

The nurses were talking about it.

"Carol, could you please bring this gentleman's medical records?"

Adam smiled and asked the patient curiously, "What did you do?"

This is the first time his charm has failed to work on a young and beautiful woman.

Oh!

Woman!

You've successfully piqued my interest!

Emmm.

All right.

This is what most people think, but Adam is a doctor.

Therefore.

What really interested Adam was what the patient had done to make the pretty emergency room nurse so angry.

You need to know.

This is no longer a simple matter of disrespecting Adam.

As a paramedic accompanying the patient, she has a responsibility to quickly and accurately describe the patient's condition to the doctor.

This kind of behavior—saying nothing, getting angry easily, cursing, slamming the door, and leaving—is definitely a sign of being overwhelmed with anger.

"It's nothing, I just asked her about her romantic orientation."

On the hospital bed, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline lay with blood flowing down half his face, but his expression remained calm. He held a notebook and a pen in his hand and said, "I meant no harm."

"She did this?"

Adam became even more curious.

"No."

The middle-aged man shook his head. "This was done by the owner of the newsstand on the street."

What did you say?

Adam laughed as he examined him.

"Bad things said about his Middle East ancestry."

The middle-aged man said dismissively, "He has a terrible temper."

Do you have any other wounds?

Adam asked.

"It feels like my ribs are broken."

The middle-aged man pointed to the other side.

"Was it also made by the newsstand owner?"

Adam went over to check.

"It was done by the gardener in the park; he's very particular about his hairstyle."

The middle-aged man said in a very serious tone.

"Let me guess, you deliberately provoked them."

Adam laughed and said, "You're not some Theoretical Physicist who's run out of inspiration and wants a brain transplant, are you?"

"Very close."

The middle-aged man looked at Adam with surprise. "I am a sociologist at New York University, specializing in the study of violence. I chose a topic, asked people two questions to find their irritation points, and then used the information I got to provoke them until they beat me up."

"Hehe."

Adam couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

The middle-aged sociologist picked up a pen and paper, looking as if he wanted to understand Adam.

"I have one friend, well, two friends."

Adam laughed and said, "One is Theoretical Physicist and the other is a neuroscientist. In their eyes, sociology is not a science at all."

If they heard what you just said—that their science is very similar to your sociology—they would probably be furious without you even having to provoke them.

Of course, even if they're furious, they'll only look at you with disdain; they won't actually hit you.

"Arrogant fools!"

The middle-aged sociologist looked disdainful.

You look down on me, but I look down on you too!

"Indeed."

Adam nodded. "Actually, there's a problem with your topic. Some people don't even need to say anything; just a look or an expression can make someone furious."

And some people won't get angry and beat you up even if you ask them provocative questions.

People are different; there are too many variables.

"Oh?"

The middle-aged sociologist curled his lip, giving off a "you don't understand, want to try?" look. "Looks like you think you're the kind of person who wouldn't beat me up no matter how much you provoke me. Can I ask you two questions?"

"OK".

Adam shrugged indifferently.

Try it and you'll die.

Anyway, he was certain that he wouldn't be the one to suffer in the end.

P. S.: Thanks to Gabriel and ERic Dragon for the donations!