Half an hour later.

Dr. Bailey, who arranged the other patients, walked through the ward and stopped in surprise.

"Huh? Why are you still rescuing?"

"Because he still has hope of living."

Adam replied while pressing.

"Another unit of adrenaline!"

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse immediately injected the dying person.

“How long has it been?”

Dr. Bailey looked at Adam, felt Adam's emotional behavior, and went forward to check and asked.

"Dr. Duncan has been rescued for 34 minutes."

The nurse looked at the time and replied.

“How many rounds have you been given adrenaline and atropine injections?”

Dr. Bailey asked again.

“This is the third round.”

The nurse glanced at Adam.

"Doctor Duncan, stop."

Dr. Bailey shook his head.

During the normal process, after a round of medication is used, if there is no effect, you must declare death immediately.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of resources.

"He still has a chance. You said that only when we say he can't do it, he really can't do it."

Adam looked at Dr. Bailey while pressing.

"Do you know him?"

Dr. Bailey frowned.

“Don’t know.”

Adam shook his head: "But I hope to save him."

He knew what Dr. Bailey meant.

If you are a relative and friend of a medical staff, this kind of waste of resources is the default.

Until the last moment, you will never be given up.

Three rounds of medicine?

That's an ordinary family member.

If you are relatives and friends of important people, let alone three rounds of medicine, even six rounds, ten rounds, and twenty rounds, as long as you have hope and are unwilling to give up, you can always save them.

Otherwise, how did the four-hour rescue record that Adam had seen come from?

Ordinary people don’t even have the chance to participate in such records!

Why did Leonard pretend to cooperate if he didn't know that Adam was approaching him?

Isn’t it because Rachel and the other three daughters are not worry-free, nor are they willing to engage in the medical industry and take over his connections.

Just imagine, once a similar situation occurs.

Whether you are a person in the hospital is completely different from life and death!

Leonard, who knows this well, really fucked his three daughters.

"He is your patient, you have the final say, Dr. Duncan."

Dr. Bailey saw Adam and walked out.

She didn't stop it anymore.

In fact, if she hadn't participated in several operations there, she would have stayed with Adam and performed the doctor's final duties.

She had such moments back then.

A sudden touch made me desperately try to save a patient I didn't know.

Even if someone advises her to give up.

The process says it should be given up.

But she didn't give up.

I don't want to give up anything I say!

As time goes by, I am used to life and death, and this touch becomes weaker and weaker and almost disappears.

Now that she saw this familiar scene on Adam, she was still touched. The last call to Adam, "Doctor Duncan" represents her true recognition of Adam.

One hour later.

"Still rescue?"

"It's still being rescued! It's been rescued for 98 minutes in a row."

"Dr. Duncan keeps stopping."

"It should have been declared dead long ago. Isn't this a waste of resources?"

"Yes, he wouldn't really think that he is God's eldest son and the savior of the world, right?"

"Is he showing his endurance?"

The news that Adam is still rescuing spread throughout the hospital, and most people are whispering.

"My husband Bob is a good driver. A pickup truck blocked us. He saw something on the road and wanted to avoid it. The accident happened very suddenly. We had a perfect morning, but the next moment..."

The perpetrator's wife kept telling her story while lying on the hospital bed and was examined by Christina.

Christina ignored it.

"How is my husband Bob?"

The perpetrator's wife asked the Nth time.

“He is having surgery.”

Christina said expressionlessly.

"Do you have any objections to me?"

the perpetrator's wife asked.

"No, I just hope you don't tell more stories and have a good rest. I'm not a policeman."

Christina said.

"What do I mean? All I am talking about is facts. Don't you believe me?"

The perpetrator's wife raised her voice.

"It is the police's duty to find out the truth, we are just doctors."

Christina said blankly: "But yes, I don't believe it, because your son said completely differently from you."

"What did he say?"

The perpetrator's wife said nervously.

"He said you had a fight for breakfast. Your husband was in a bad mood. After getting on the highway, he ran three red lights in a row. Your husband was overtaken and couldn't control his temper and started chasing him.

It wasn't that he kept trying to avoid something when he saw it, but that he wanted to hit the car in front of him and was constantly avoided. When he finally caught up, he screamed and directly hit him."

Christina sneered: "The person who was hit can basically declare his death, and the injuries behind you, clavicle, humerus, and third and fourth ribs, have multiple healed fractures.

There is also a large yellow bruise on the kidneys, and the hematoma around the kidneys cannot be the impact you mentioned just now, nor can it be the internal bleeding you said after falling last week.

All kinds of evidence are clear, the truth is there, and it is impossible for you to make up a story to end. Your son said that your husband deserves his sins, and he abused you, right?"

"No!"

The perpetrator's wife shouted in despair: "It's not like that!"

"He has been abused you, and today he even killed someone and almost killed you and your son. Why do you still talk to him?"

Christina wondered.

"Doctor, have you ever been in a relationship?"

The perpetrator's wife did not answer the questions.

Christina was stunned.
To be continued...