Evolution 2030: Studying Medicine Won't Save Americans

the next day.

Morissania Community Center Clinic, South Bronx.

Although the original owner had been working here for more than half a month, for Chen Yisen, this was truly his "first day at work".

So, following the usual practice at the University of Tokyo, I arrived a little early.

There were still a few cleaning staff working in the lobby, but most of the administrative staff were in the pre-opening phase of taking a break.

Even the screen hanging on the ceiling, which was originally used to display queue numbers, has now been switched to the only TV channel that can be received for free.

The area surrounding Knoxville, Ohio, which suffered devastating damage in January due to a satellite debris crash, will officially lift its lockdown next Monday. Alpha Energy has been awarded the contract to conduct follow-up environmental monitoring and ecological restoration work. According to documents released by the Federal Emergency Management Agency's Fifth District, the final death toll from this incident has been determined to be 178…

"Alfa Energy CEO Wall Ginsburg announced that they will donate all proceeds from this project to establish a foundation specifically for the follow-up treatment of the injured and to comfort the families of the victims..."

"..."

A single incident resulting in 178 deaths would be considered a major disaster in most countries.

Moreover, it involves sensitive elements such as spacecraft reentry, which made Chen Yisen stop and take a look.

The original owner's memories don't include much about this incident, probably because at that time he was deeply involved in his rivalry with Natalia and the others.

All that is known is that the satellite that crashed appears to be an old satellite launched by the Russian Federal Space Agency in 1994. The two sides argued about this for a long time, but in the end, it seems that nothing came of it.

Fox News and MSNBC, among other media outlets, later hyped up topics such as "secret orbital weapon tests" and "horrific bombings of the Kremlin" for a while. However, anyone with a modicum of common sense could have realized that if Moscow's technology had allowed a 1994 satellite to be precisely controlled 36 years later, the Soviet Union probably would never have collapsed.

Given that the other side did indeed possess weapons of mass destruction, various conspiracy theories were quickly suppressed.

Chen Yisen's action of stopping to watch TV was quickly noticed by the group of people slacking off nearby. One of them, a chubby uncle, raised a disposable paper cup and congratulated him in Portuguese-accented English, "Congratulations, Dr. Chen!"

He was a repairman named Fausto Cunhall.

"Congratulations to me for what?" The former was naturally completely bewildered.

"It's a bet, of course," Fausto replied. "The news just said the final number is 178, and you and Nurse Zulika won."

Chen Yisen then remembered that one day before, it seemed that he was also in this hall, but after get off work, the news reported that they were bidding for ecological restoration of the disaster area and that the confirmed death toll had risen to more than 140. So a few people who hadn't left work yet took a gamble on how many deaths would be in the end.

Both he and the head nurse said it was 180, which is the closest to the current result.

The stakes seem to be ten dollars per person.

With Fausto's shout, everyone saw Chen Yisen, who had arrived early, and he took out money from his pocket with either regret or helplessness.

Chen Yisen was barely able to keep his composure while accepting the money.

It's true that letting him play the lottery for over forty years ahead of time is a mistake.

"Everyone in position, ready to begin!"

A rough, deep female voice came from the stairwell in the corner, interrupting everyone's brief moment of relaxation.

Fausto swiftly jumped into the nurses' station and skillfully switched the display screen back to the electronic queuing system.

Then, a Caribbean-American woman who looked to be in her forties appeared at the end of the corridor and lightly patted Fausto's backside with her folder: "Fausto, get out of my seat! And how many times have I told you, don't watch TV on the monitor in the lobby!"

"Understood, understood!" Fausto said with a grin, making way for her spot at the nurses' station and slipping a few more bills into her hand. "I was just eager to see the result, and you just happened to win."

Indeed, the person who arrived was none other than the other winner of the bet, the clinic's front office manager, clinical coordinator, and head nurse—Zulika Devin Dela.

The head nurse of a clinic is certainly not as authoritative as the head nurse of a large hospital, nor is she as powerful as the second-in-command of a department who can stand up to doctors.

In fact, Zulika is not even a licensed nurse but a registered nurse.

However, considering that she has worked at this clinic for more than 10 years and knows everything about it, especially which patients have real health problems, which ones are just there to get painkillers, and which ones are high-risk groups such as drug addicts and alcoholics, she is still the strictest mother among all the staff except the doctors.

No wonder Fausto treated her like a mouse seeing a cat.

Fortunately, Zulika was clearly not serious, and the fact that she was able to participate in the gambling showed that she was not a follower of the absolute high-pressure management style.

At least not during non-working hours.

"This number isn't right, is it?" Zulika didn't even look at it; she just rubbed it between her fingers and found that the number of banknotes in her hand was less than expected.

"Dr. Chen also won, so the bet is split 50/50 between the two of you," Fausto explained.

"I see." Zulika used one hand to operate the mouse to start the triage system, and put the money into her pocket with the other.

Then he cast a meaningful glance at Chen Yisen.

This glance left the latter somewhat bewildered.

Surely we shouldn't be so petty about such a small bet?

Besides, she didn't lose any money, did she?

Chen Yisen checked the original owner's memories again and confirmed that the other party was not a petty person. He thought it was a bit strange for a doctor like himself to participate in such a bet, so he turned around and prepared to walk to the clinic.

Community clinics have limited resources, and most patients do not require multiple doctors to work together, so they do not have a morning meeting like in Grey's Anatomy.

Sometimes there will be a 5 to 15 minute meeting, but most of the time we will start working directly.

At that moment, Zulika called out to him, "Dr. Chen."

Chen Yisen turned around.

"William Monk, the medical assistant who worked with you for a while, has left the company. It was quite sudden," Zulika said while operating her computer.

The Morissania Clinic operates with a semi-permanent team setup similar to that of a large hospital, but obviously there aren't enough resident physicians and medical students to direct the doctors. So a standard permanent setup would be an attending physician plus 1-2 medical assistants, plus 1-2 non-permanent registered nurses.

Newcomers like Chen Yisen, who have only been there for a short time, can only get the most basic setup, which is just one medical assistant.

If this person is also gone, the doctor will have to wait for the nurses in the lobby to have time to arrange tasks such as blood draws, physical examinations, injections, and record keeping, which will inevitably greatly reduce work efficiency.

This will directly affect doctors' performance evaluations and income.

"That won't do." Regardless of whether things were really that coincidental, Chen Yisen knew he had to stand up for himself. "If we have to start working without the assistance of a medical assistant, then I must write a note in the electronic medical record system that if a patient's condition worsens due to lack of timely treatment, the clinic will be held responsible."

Otherwise, even if this is just a coincidence, they will still be taken advantage of in the future.

"Dr. Chen, don't be nervous." Zulica still seemed quite at ease. "William said he was leaving yesterday without giving us any time to adjust... At least today, the medical assistants are really overwhelmed. How about I arrange a nurse to help you out?"

"Just helping isn't enough." Chen Yisen wouldn't budge an inch on matters of principle.

"Alright, since you put it that way, Dr. Chen." Zulika put her hands on her hips and gave Chen Esen a slightly flirtatious eye roll, seemingly quite helpless towards the latter: "Then I'll take the trouble to assign Nisi to you today."

After saying that, he picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and called out, "Nurse Coleman, come to the front nurses' station."

Soon, a tall but slender Black female nurse ran out of the break room: "Head Nurse, you wanted to see me?"

"You'll work with Dr. Chen today, so don't worry about what's going on outside," Zulika said, moving Nurse Coleman to Chen Esen's appointment slot in the scheduling system and placing her own name in the empty slot.

Then, she stood up and introduced Chen Yisen: "Nurse Shanis Coleman, you can just call her Nissie. She used to be in charge of front desk service, so she may not be that familiar with you."

Shanis glanced at Chen Yisen somewhat cautiously, seemingly secretly pleased.

Over the course of the day, Chen Yisen had become accustomed to being treated differently by women of all races and ages, and besides, this braided black hairstyle was definitely not his type.

Therefore, I simply nodded politely to the other party.

"Hello, Nissie, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

In fact, Chen Yisen was still not entirely satisfied with this assignment.

The main reason is that Shanis is 1.7 meters tall, but her weight looks to be no more than 100 kilograms.

She has a good figure, but as a nurse, she might not be able to handle some emergencies.

Moreover, the lobby nurses have a completely different approach to problem-solving compared to nurses or medical assistants who often work with doctors.

But in any case, nurses are a level above medical assistants, so there are no procedural issues.

Besides, Nurse Zulika has already assigned herself to front-of-house duties, so it would be really unreasonable for Chen Yisen not to agree.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Shanis took the initiative to extend her hand and gently shook hands with Chen Yisen.

"Thank you." The latter thanked Zulika again, "Thank you for your help today."

Then he turned and went into the examination room.

Although Chen Yisen arrived relatively early, he had been delayed in the lobby for a while, so several colleagues were already sitting inside.

One of them had a bandage on his left arm; he was likely Dr. Lyndon Rojas, who was injured the day before yesterday.

Chen Yisen habitually greeted everyone with a good morning.

However, no response was received.

Only Lyndon looked up and made eye contact with him for a fleeting moment.

Chen Yisen's heart sank.

The experience from this morning—no, from the night before last until now—has already shown.

What am I doing...?

Are you being isolated?