Chapter 349: Titled Death

Medical center.

"What good surgery is waiting for you?"

Alex saw Liz rushing and couldn't help but mocked.

Although Liz wiped his **** yesterday, he didn't appreciate it.

Because no matter what the process was, the result was that he was not only beaten in public, but also severely punished.

For the interns, they were racing against time to enter the operating room to improve their skills. Fortunately, one year later, they passed the exams and formally received the residency training.

He was not allowed to enter the operating room for two weeks after being punished, and he could only check his rectum.

Now it has been added to three weeks.

The progress was pulled down too much at once.

Where's Leeds?

Not only did he undergo thoracotomy, he was also praised by Dr. Burke.

More importantly, Liz and the others are all close to Adam.

The friend of the enemy is also the enemy.

"Are there other wounds on your gunshot patient? Have you asked him?"

Liz said anxiously.

"Hi! That's my patient!"

Alex said annoyed: "I am a doctor just like you! I know what I'm doing!"

"So you checked?"

Liz became angry, and said angrily: "Are you sure? Just like you were so sure I didn't call you yesterday?! If not, then go and check it quickly. Once the patient has a wound infection, the stress response caused by a gunshot wound , It will aggravate the infection, and you may kill your patients! Again!"

Alex was stuck.

He asks a fart!

He just remembered talking nonsense with the other party to deepen his feelings, so where did he think of asking about this?

Besides, African-American men believe in controlling pain, and if there is no pain, they can create pain by themselves and then control it.

Even if he asked, the other party wouldn't necessarily say it.

If it weren't for a gunshot wound, the African-American man would never come to the hospital.

Then his face changed, and he looked at the laboratory report in his hand.

Liz snatched the test report, glanced at it, his face changed.

"The number of white blood cells has increased sharply. The number of white blood cells is 27, 16% banded neutrophils, which is significantly higher than the general stress response."

Toot!

The pager rang at this moment.

Alex took it out and saw, his face turned dark, and he didn't have the thought of quarreling with Liz, and ran directly to the ward of the African-American man.

Liz didn't understand why, Adam's guess was correct, and a serious infection really occurred.

"Call Dr. Burke! Call Dr. Duncan!"

Liz confessed to the nurse and ran over.

In the ward.

"what's the situation?"

Alex pushed aside the ward, frowned and asked.

"I'm freezing to death, doctor, I can't stop shaking."

The African-American man lay on his side, shrank into a ball, shivering.

The nicknames like ‘brother’ and ‘Alex’ were no longer called, and they directly shouted out the true identity of the two.

He is a patient, and Alex is the doctor who should save him.

"Doctor, his temperature rises and his blood pressure drops."

The nurse reminded.

"Mr. Owens, do you have any other tattoos on your body, the one you got recently?"

Liz, who was following, asked directly.

"Yes, there is a new tattoo on the calf."

The African-American man trembled.

Liz opened it up, his face changed drastically.

I saw a big spider printed on the other's calf, but it was already a dead and badly decomposed big spider.

"OMG!"

The African-American man also leaned forward and looked over, and then yelled out in fear: "It hasn't been so disgusting this morning."

"Seriously infected."

Alex complained: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"It was nothing at the time."

The African-American man dared not look any more, lay down again, closed his eyes, and shivered.

"what's the situation?"

At this moment, Adam walked in.

"What are you doing here?"

Alex's face was pale.

"I called him."

Liz said quickly: "Adam had foreseen this possibility a long time ago. If he were Mr. Owens' tube bed doctor, this would not happen at all."

"I can handle my patients by myself."

Alex shouted.

"Adam, what should we do?"

Liz asked Adam as he walked up to the African man and said, "Mr. Owens, your infection is very serious. Before Dr. Burke arrives, I strongly recommend that you let Dr. Duncan be responsible for your injuries."

"He's a shit, he's just an intern just like me..."

Alex sneered.

"I agree to let Dr. Duncan be my bed doctor."

The African-American man didn't support Alex's posture at first, and directly said the words that made Alex stunned.

If he knew his condition was so serious at first, he would definitely listen to Dr. Burke and let Adam be his bedside doctor.

What ‘anything that can’t kill me makes me stronger’.

What ‘Only by killing me can I give up.’

It was bragging before dying.

His current lung capacity is even difficult to breathe, so what kind of bragging is he still bragging about?

There is great fear between life and death.

It is human instinct to fear death to survive.

Righteousness, goodwill, or something is even more shit!

Whoever is most likely to save him is God!

Alex is obviously not.

"Call Dr. Burke."

"Already called."

"Continuous call!"

"Inject antibiotics!"

"The patient already has symptoms of multiple organ failure, and the secondary infection has caused sepsis. He should be sent to the intensive care unit immediately to assist in breathing and prepare for adrenaline!"

After the African-American man gave up Alex and chose him, Adam did his part and began to command.

Although he was unhappy with the attitude of the African man at the beginning, it was Adam's basic principle to treat illness and save lives.

For him, a man of African descent is nothing more than a tool to increase first aid experience and lifespan.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat.

Business is business!

Besides, even if the condition of an African-American man is cured, it will probably be abolished.

It’s fine if you don’t lie in a hospital bed in the future, but you still want to continue playing wrestling and bragging, and want to eat farts.

In the U.S., if you lose your job and source of income, even if you survive, what it feels like...

The legend of the angel of death has been circulating in the hospitals of the American TV drama world.

It is said that some medical staff with extreme perceptual or mental problems will carry out humanitarian murders of patients who are seriously ill and are not as good as dead to help them relieve their suffering.

Of course, many times, these patients who don't want to live but can't do it on their own, or are powerless, request it themselves.

One shot of morphine, everything is done.

But this is a serious crime, and there are very few who are willing to take such a big risk to help the patient do so.

And you can’t figure out who is emotional help and who is mentally ill.

Once you encounter mental problems, whether the patient really wants to die or not, as long as he believes that you want to die, he will do it.

That's just a terrifying death killer instead of an angel of death.

Even if it is emotional and sincerely trying to help the patient, it will inevitably suffer from mental problems if the frequency is too high and the pressure is too high.

Therefore, the law does not allow doctors to assist patients in euthanasia, which is actually very reasonable.

Because you can't figure out whether the doctor is selfish.

The angel of death is hard to come by.

If an African-American man survives, but he must lie in a hospital bed, enduring physical pain while watching his life collapse a little bit.

At that time, I'm afraid that African-American men will pray to meet their own angel of death.

Alex has a relationship with death, but let him take such a big risk for an African-American man to be an angel, it is impossible to even think about it.

The title of Death may be more suitable for him.

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