American Medicine: I survived the death knell thanks to the devil.

Chapter 23 I want to change rooms, the patient pulled out the tube himself!

To be precise, it was on Lynn's own body.

The "Slightly Increased Stamina" buff I received earlier is still working its magic.

At first, Lynn thought the system was just trying to keep her going in the emergency room in case she suddenly died.

But the difference becomes apparent in the gym.

With the same weight, he would start to exhaust himself after the eighth attempt, but he could grit his teeth and squeeze out three or four more.

After leg workouts, while others would be sore and unsteady on their feet the next day, his recovery speed was visibly fast.

Only one week.

I added 10 pounds to my squat and 5 pounds to my bench press.

After taking a shower that day, Lynn stood in front of the cracked mirror in the rented room and pressed her upper arm with her hand.

Ordinary people probably wouldn't feel this level of change.

But Lynn's fingers are not those of an ordinary person.

With the aid of skill, the sensitivity of the fingertips can distinguish differences in tissue density down to a fraction of a millimeter.

Therefore, he was certain that his body was getting stronger.

The speed is slow, but the direction is right.

Lynn put on his clothes and habitually opened the system panel.

Name: Lynn

Assets: $3,420

【Skill】

[Combat: "Pistol Mastery - Advanced"]

[Summary: "Adrenaline Rush - Beginner"]

[Medicine: "Simple Interrupted Suturing - Master Level", "Coolly Vascular Clamping - Master Level", "Fingertip Blunt Dissection - Master Level"]

Although Lynn, who had a habit of keeping accounts, already knew it would be about that much money, she still sighed when she actually saw it.

As expected of America.

The rent and utilities aren't due yet, and after all this trouble, my savings have decreased instead of increased.

The gym membership fees, the initial investment in equipment and medicines at the illegal clinic, and recent food and commuting expenses.

In the end, I had less money in my pocket.

Lynn closed the panel and glanced at the time.

3:40 a.m.

I have to go to work in four hours and twenty minutes.

He turned off the light and closed his eyes.

The crack in the ceiling was no longer visible in the darkness, but he knew it was still there.

It's been there since the original owner moved in, and the landlord said he would fix it, but it still hasn't been fixed.

A standard Brooklyn experience.

When I have money, I'll definitely move to a different place.

……

Seven and a half hours later.

Metropolitan Public Hospital, Emergency Department.

Lynn had just brought a homeless man suffering from alcohol poisoning into the observation room, and his clothes still smelled of the man's vomit.

He tore off an alcohol swab to wipe his hands, preparing to process the next triage form.

At the nurses' station, head nurse Patricia was waving at him.

Patricia is in her fifties and has worked in the Metropolitan Emergency Department for twenty years. She has seen it all.

She could be giving a patient an IV while simultaneously berating an intern in Spanish, her expression completely unchanged.

"Lin, the ambulance will arrive in three minutes. Go and pick it up."

"Should I pick it up?"

Lynn was taken aback.

Picking up ambulances is usually the job of senior resident physicians.

Sending an intern to pick up the car means that the department has already pulled its manpower to the limit.

"Where is Dr. Coleman?"

"In the emergency room, the elderly woman who had suffered a heart attack had her blood pressure drop again."

Patricia didn't even look up, her hands clicking away on the keyboard.

"Aziz is getting a 12-centimeter scalp laceration stitched up; it won't come out for a while. Martinez went to the CT room to be with the person who was suspected of having a stroke."

She finally looked up and glanced at Lynn over her reading glasses.

"You are the only doctor who is currently empty-handed."

Lynn didn't ask any more questions.

He tore off the vomit-stained isolation gown from his body, threw it into the infectious waste bin, put on a new one, and strode towards the ambulance lane at the emergency room entrance.

In February, the outdoor temperature in New York was three degrees below zero.

As soon as the automatic doors of the ambulance access opened, a blast of cold air hit us.

The sound of ambulance sirens could already be heard in the distance.

Lynn rubbed his hands together, and a nurse followed beside him. Lucy, a newcomer who had graduated from nursing school less than half a year ago, pushed a transfer bed with the nervousness typical of a newcomer on her face.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know, the dispatcher only said it was an external injury."

The sound of the horn grew closer.

The red and blue lights spun wildly on the opposite building wall, then a white ambulance suddenly swerved into the passage, braked, and came to a stop.

The back door popped open.

Two EMT emergency medical technicians jumped down, one in black and one in white, and together they pushed the stretcher out.

A white male in his thirties lay on the stretcher, wearing a gray hoodie that had been cut open, his right arm wrapped in a lot of gauze that was soaked with blood.

There was also a rough, makeshift bandage on his head.

He was in a daze and groaned softly.

"White male, 34 years old."

The Black paramedic quickly reported the situation while pushing the cart.

"A fight broke out outside the bar. The victim suffered a deep laceration to the right forearm, possibly involving a branch of the radial artery. There was significant bleeding at the scene, estimated to be over 500 milliliters."

"Blunt force injury to the head, superficial laceration to the forehead. Hemostasis and bandaging were applied at the scene, and a Ringer's prescription and a size 16 IV were administered. Currently, 400 ml of fluids have been administered intravenously."

"Vital signs?" Lynn took the stretcher.

「进车时血压100/65，心率110，现在血压95/60，心率115。」

Blood pressure is dropping.

Lynn quickly glanced at the man's complexion and nail beds; they were pale, but his lips still had color.

The blood loss is significant, but the patient has not yet reached the threshold of shock and is not in life-threatening danger.

"Allergy history? Medication history?"

He said no, but he couldn't quite explain it; he had drunk a lot of alcohol.

Lynn quickly prioritized the treatments in her mind.

One of the paramedics was in a hurry to go to the restroom, and the other had to fill out a form and left first.

At that moment, the patient on the stretcher suddenly moved.

"Well……"

"Where...where is this?"

Metropolitan Hospital Emergency Department.

As Lynn spoke, she checked the pressure bandage on his arm. "You lost a lot of blood, we need to..."

"metropolis?"

"Hospital!?"

The man's voice suddenly rose half a tone.

"Fuck..."

He turned his head and stared at Lynn, his lips trembling, whether from pain or anxiety, it was hard to tell.

"Doctor, I'm in so much pain! Give me a painkiller injection, or anything like that, quickly!"

Lynn glanced at him.

The wound on my right forearm was indeed very painful. It was a deep laceration, and the pain from the alcohol metabolism made it even more intense.

"Lucy, ketorheic acid 30 mg, IV push."

This is the most commonly used non-opioid analgesic in the emergency room.

It can be administered via intramuscular injection or intravenous push, it takes effect quickly, and it won't make the patient drowsy.

Compared to controlled drugs like morphine, it's much less troublesome to get a prescription.

Lucy took a vial from the spare medicine cart, checked the label, connected the IV line, and slowly injected it.

"It's done."

"Okay...okay."

The patient on the stretcher had his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, and veins bulging on his forehead, but he was used to it.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The patient's expression gradually relaxed.

His brows were no longer furrowed, and his breathing became more even.

Ketodrolic acid has a rapid onset of action when administered intravenously, with peak effects typically occurring in 15 to 30 minutes, but pain can be felt subsiding within the first few minutes.

"Are you feeling better?" Lynn asked.

"Hmm... much better."

The patient opened his eyes.

But the expression in his eyes was strange.

That wasn't the relaxed state someone should have after recovering from excruciating pain; rather, it was a thoughtful expression.

"doctor,"

The patient asked, "You just said... this is a metropolitan public hospital?"

"right."

He was silent for two seconds.

Then he ripped the blood oxygen probe off his finger.

The monitor emitted a sharp alarm sound.

Then the IV catheter on the back of her hand was also torn off along with the adhesive film.