Chapter 470: dark humor

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Medical center.

emergency room.

When Adam was about to find Matthew and the others, the ambulance had already arrived.

So I can only give up.

They should have left too if they want to come to Matthew Lily.

"Doctor Duncan!"

The nurse called over there.

"what's the situation?"

Adam greeted him immediately.

"A 12-year-old man has multiple gunshot wounds on his leg and abdomen. We rushed in, and the flow rate of intravenous drip was the highest."

Emergency personnel pushed the bed and quickly reported the situation.

"Two liters of infusion, no pulse."

"Hurry up and push him into the No. 1 consultation room."

Adam commanded as he trot to observe the condition.

"Prepare blood type O! Hang up the blood transfusion!"

"Do hemoglobin and red blood cell backlog testing!"

"Oh my god!"

The nurse responded quickly, and she swept the boy on the operating table and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Speed ​​shot?"

A nurse couldn't help asking.

"Do not!"

The first responder who had already handed over the task panted: "The deal with the exclusive product has fallen apart, the black list set."

"But he is only 12 years old?"

The nurse couldn't believe it.

"When he was found, he had a 9mm submachine gun and a Ruger."

The first responder said and left.

What they do first aid depends on the volume of business and race against time!

Adam heard this, glanced at the boy's swarthy complexion, and sighed inwardly.

The welfare here in the United States is amazing.

It is vividly shown in the American drama Shameless.

Is there any strange disease, such as crowd phobia, dare not go out.

As long as you get the doctor's approval, you can get a benefit.

With this benefit, there is nothing wrong with not working.

There are also childbirth, adoption, and monthly welfare payments.

As long as a shameless person has enough children, he can live very smartly on the welfare of these children.

Anyway, even the homeless are supported by various charities.

Even if he was eating and clothed a little, he would not die of starvation anyway.

Shameless people don't have to worry about the children except for monthly welfare payments.

Even if those children are striving, they will earn money by working at a young age.

As a father, he can still **** the money over to make him feel good.

This shameless person is talking about the old white man.

It was the turn of the African Americans, and a magical scene happened.

Normal African-American families cannot receive welfare payments even if they have many children.

Unless it is a single parent family.

And it can only be the kind that a mother raises a child.

Father can't pretend to be away from home, and someone will do spot checks at any time.

Once the father is found at home, there will be no welfare payments.

emmm.

It seems to encourage African-American men, even if they go out.

I raise your wife.

However, a family does not have a father, only the mother raises it. Even if there is a welfare fund, in order to better raise a group of children, the mother still has to go out to work.

At this time, this group of unsupervised children have been in the streets since they were young.

Even if you can't meet their father, you can also meet their father's kind, uncles and uncles.

So, what their uncle did, what they did since childhood.

And what can you do on the street?

As a result, this formed a vicious circle.

Few children of African descent can break free from this solid vicious circle.

What Adam is rescuing is obviously not.

At the age of 12, he has a submachine gun and a Ruger pistol. How can you read and write with a pen?

Even if they want to read at first, do they have money?

Efforts will take many years to bear fruit.

And depravity is just a gun thing.

Few adults can have this characterization, let alone children.

With these things in mind, Adam is still trying his best to rescue him.

Once stabilized, they must be sent to the operating room immediately.

Although surgery can also be performed here, it is completely incomparable to the operating room in terms of the disinfection environment and adequate equipment.

However, considering the nature of first aid, it is normal.

Outside the clinic.

There was one more visitor in the emergency department.

"What's the matter with you?"

John Carter changed his clothes and was about to go back and have a big fight: braised trotters!

When I checked in at the nurse's station and got off work, I noticed the visitor and couldn't help asking.

It's not that he is troublesome, but that he is kind.

Because the other party was a teenage boy of African descent, wearing a red hat, and wearing a tattered sports jacket that I didn't know from which adult he picked it up, it was bloated and almost dragged to the ground.

I saw this African-American boy looking around, seeming to be looking for someone.

Carter saw it, and naturally wanted to help.

But the boy didn't seem to hear the same, so he continued to look at that.

"Are you looking for your parents?"

Cat Young said.

The boy still did not respond, opened the curtain in the middle of the large ward, took a look and left.

"Hi!"

Carter ran after him and patted the boy on the shoulder.

But then he froze there.

Because it wasn't the boy's smiling face or bewilderment who greeted him, but a black hole muzzle.

I saw that the African-American boy took out a pistol from his big ridiculous coat and pointed it at him.

What made his back chill even more was the boy's expressionless look.

This is an extreme indifference to life full of indifference.

Carter didn't dare to move.

He had no doubt that the boy dared to shoot.

"Oh, God!"

"Boy, don't get in the way...Ah!"

The African-American boy simply went straight to a showdown, holding the gun all the way forward.

Whenever you meet someone, you can take a glance at the gun, and the other person is either silent or horrified.

The same thing is that they dare not move, even dare not even shout.

Afro-American boys have seen and walked through a consulting room like this!

Finally came to the consulting room where Adam and the others were.

"Who let you in..."

When the African-American boy pushed the door in, the emergency nurse subconsciously reprimanded, and then paused there.

Adam passively entered bullet time when the opponent came in.

Glancing at the opponent, he immediately judged that the opponent had the intention to shoot.

Although the gun was aimed at the patient on the operating table.

But Adam decided to take action.

At the moment of the moment, the clip in Adam's hand was thrown out heavily by Adam.

Under bullet time, the African-American boy holding a gun just touched the trigger with his finger.

The clip that Adam vigorously accelerated had already hit the arm of an African boy with a gun like a cannonball.

"Humph!"

A muffled hum came from the mouth of the African-American boy.

To the pain, a ten-year-old child showed amazing endurance.

The expressionless face only frowned slightly Even so, the pistol had already fallen to the ground as the palm's conditioned reflex was released.

Under the heavy bombardment, the arm holding the gun twisted slightly and certainly fractured.

Adam ran from the operating table and reached out to hold the other hand of the African-American boy who was still trying to get the gun back in this situation.

The powerful force imprisoned each other.

But facing the opponent's unyielding indifferent eyes, Adam hit the opponent's neck with a hand knife, and stunned the opponent with just the right amount of force.

"Notify the security."

Adam kicked the pistol under the table and quickly returned to the operating table.

"We continue."

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