Conan: The Mechanic

Eventually, they found Amber at another hospital that treated people in car accidents. She was injured and her kidneys were damaged, but at least she was in a stable condition. But also for this reason, she was unable to get the same high priority for examination as other critically ill patients at that hospital. So wilson took him back to the hospital where Gregory worked-amber had worked in this hospital for a long time, and this hospital would not treat its old staff badly.

But just after the transfer, her heart broke.

"Ventricular fibrillation! Prepare for defibrillation!" In the emergency intensive care unit, the medical staff were busy, while Gregory and Wilson stood by the hospital bed, watching the barely busy medical staff.

"Do we now know how this came about?" Wilson asked suddenly.

"I don't know, the dialysis machine has filtered her once, and the trauma she received in the car accident has been repaired. At least in principle, it should be fine."

"In other words, you need time to diagnose what's wrong with her," wilson said in a very fast voice, looking at the medical staff who were about to defibrillate Amber with a defibrillator. "Can she be put on protective cooling first and then put on cardiopulmonary bypass? The ventricular fibrillation has already wreaked havoc on her heart, and if cardioversion is forced, the heart will continue to go mad and release brain-damaging free radicals. We can freeze her , replace her cardiopulmonary function with extracorporeal circulation, until you find out what happened to her!"

"But that doesn't solve the problem," Gregory looked at Wilson. "You know it's only a temporary solution, and shutting down the heart is also not good for our diagnosis..."

"But at least it can buy more time for her brain, it won't be worse than now," Wilson said to Gregory in a tone that was almost pleading, wringing his hands. "Please, this is Amber, this is Amber!"

"..." After a moment of silence, Gregory gave the order of himself as the attending doctor. "Stop defibrillation work, protective cooling."

"Boss?" The medical staff who was preparing for defibrillation, who was obviously familiar with Gregory, looked at Gregory with an incredible look. "if that's the case……"

"I'll repeat it again, don't cardiovert it, let it cool down for a while." Gregory said word by word. "Take lowering the body temperature as the first priority, and all other work is not allowed to be performed, and we will try our best to buy time."

"You can't do this!" The medical staff quickly discouraged. "He is afraid because he is a family member, so he is so worried. You can't influence your own judgment because of his position!"

"I order you to carry out what I just ordered," Gregory looked at the medical staff coldly. "do you understand?"

……

Gregory sat in his office, staring blankly at the direction of the wall.

In fact, he knew that the judgment of the medical staff and his initial judgment were correct. Protective cooling could not solve the problem, but would also affect the examination of the cause of heart damage by electrocardiogram and other tests. And he changed his mind not because of any medical reasons, but because the patient was Amber, as wilson said.

Gregory knew very well that he could not complete the diagnosis with his usual rationality and calmness in this case, so he gave up the follow-up attending right after that and handed it over to an experienced doctor in the hospital— - His medical style is very conservative, at least he won't rewarm Amber as soon as he comes up, and then do those things that are racing against time.

As for why he couldn't keep calm and rational?

First of all, you have to ask why your best friend's wife is sitting on the same bus as you? Neither myself nor the other party is the kind of person who can take such a means of transportation, at least Gregory has his own motorcycle and uses it to commute to get off work every day.

Answer? In fact, Gregory has one thing in his heart, that is the vine that has grown wildly from the little secret that he secretly planted in his heart since the first time he saw Amber.

But although true love does not come first, human beings have courtesy and honor. Amber is not single, and her lover is still his best friend, so the vines growing in his heart can only strangle his heart in vain, but never have a chance to show up.

The question Wilson asked earlier actually made a lot of sense: Why did Gregory pay such a high price for a patient who didn't even know his identity, even if he put his own safety at risk? Gregory didn't know it before, but he now knows it's because his subconscious knew that the patient was Amber, otherwise he wouldn't subconsciously want to ask wilson if he knew where his wife was after his first recollection.

Gregory stood up, took a deep breath and walked out.

He'd pushed his memory to the limit with physostigmine and sensory deprivation before, but now he wanted to go even more extreme by recalling what happened to Amber on the bus with her last night, to see if he could do his best. To be able to add even a little weight to this end of the scale, after all... he can no longer do anything with his proud diagnostic ability, and this is the last contribution he can make.

Let your brain burn sacrificially, and sacrifice one last time for the person you love but can never get close to.

……

"The pulse probe has advanced into the temporal cortex, and is ready to start at any time." As the brain surgeon inserted the probe deep into the brain, he immediately signaled Wilson next to him to help Gregory recall. "Let's give him first... can I give you 3 volts?"

"No problem," Gregory nodded. "let's start."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to adjust the voltage to 3 volts - the maximum safe voltage shown on the machine's operating manual. "Let's start quickly."

"Don't be in such a hurry, we are now manipulating the human brain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The brain surgeon glanced at Wilson.

"It's okay, I'm ready." Gregory took a deep breath and said so.

Wilson pressed the power switch, and the 3 volts were immediately sent along the probe into Gregory's brain, and Gregory's body trembled.

A black and white scene appeared in front of Gregory, but there was no sound.

"Black and white silent film, but I did see something new." Gregory immediately gave feedback. "Double the voltage to 6 volts - I should have told you earlier that we're doing electrical stimulation not electrical massage."

"I don't want to overload your brain." The brain surgeon objected.

"I've already sacrificed my life to do this," Gregory snorted. "At least make me feel like I'm watching a modern movie?"

Wilson looked at the brain surgeon with anticipation. "Then I tune in?"

"It's up to you." The brain surgeon sighed.

Wilson was about to adjust the voltage to 6 volts, but he seemed to remember something and looked in the direction of Gregory.

"Let go and do it," of course Gregory knew what Wilson was worried about. "Come on, before I regret it."

Before he could finish speaking, the picture in front of Gregory turned into a full-color bar counter with the most commonly used music in the bar.

The third time, and probably the highest intensity recall stimulus that Gregory could accept, began.

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One thing to say, I was in a very bad state of mind when I wrote this... Because when I was writing, I was used to running it in my mind first, and this run made me completely autistic.