And... we are back after a SMALL break (my apologies, I did not expect so much time to pass before this chapter), but hey, here we are, thank you very much to everyone who waited patiently for a chapter, my apologies to everyone who thought I abandoned it (I do not plan to do so, you have had me here for more than two years and I will be here for many more, unless I die or get sued, whichever comes first).
By the way, from this small platform I have built over these little more than two years, I want to say Vince Gilligan, you are my number one enemy, I hate you with all my soul and envy you at the same level, how is it possible for a person to be so good at writing? Watch Pluribus.
Without further ado.
Enjoy.
Vince Gilligan, I'm watching you.
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As I stepped off the stage accompanied by the kind applause of the people in the audience, Dr. Cuddy, smiling clearly excited, approached me. "Perfect" she said with incredulous amazement.
Before I could thank her, the woman surprisingly stopped me by wrapping me in a quick hug.
"Absolutely perfect" she added a moment later as she released me "from now on you will give all the hospital presentations."
Laughing awkwardly. "Yeah" I said not really knowing how to respond to the joke... I hoped it was a joke.
Fortunately I did not have to find out right then as, like Dr. Cuddy, many of the presentation attendees approached me to congratulate me, which encouraged more and more people and in a short time I had dozens of business cards in my face as well as a bunch of questions that surely no one dared to ask after Dr. Tapley's questions.
"Correct, it was a twenty-four percent decrease in patients over thirty, and exponentially higher as age increased, thank you" I answered a question while receiving another card, "in summary there is no reason not to prescribe in patients at risk, unless of course there is a precedent" I continued searching among the sea of people for whoever had asked the question, quite difficult with all the people around me.
With the number of cards I had received the day before and the ones I was collecting at that very moment, I would easily have numbers to call for months, that is if I used one a day.
A couple of minutes, which felt like hours, of being surrounded by so many people quickly tired me, making me feel claustrophobic, fortunately before having to escape, or force everyone to move away from me, people actually began to separate, once again like the day before to make way for Dr. Tapley, who walked slowly towards me disinterestedly ignoring the doctors who were trying to introduce themselves.
Upon reaching my side without even acknowledging the presence of the people around me, Dr. Tapley firmly holding my shoulder guided me away from the group, letting Dr. Cuddy continue the networking on her own.
Which judging by her always professional smile while handing out her own business cards, the woman had no problem doing.
Away from the crowd of doctors who had cornered me for the second day in a row. "You just had to go and expertly answer my questions" Dr. Tapley said with feigned annoyance, "it was my chance to ask a complicated question to leave you speechless in front of an entire audience" he added amused as we made our way to the room behind the stage.
"Oh really?" I asked pretending to be surprised, "I hadn't noticed" I added jokingly.
Raising his index finger. "Oh no no" the doctor said, "you are good but still not good enough to be arrogant in front of me" he declared arrogantly.
Something I had noticed with the small interaction I had shared with the man the day before and again that day, is that like Dr. Grey, Dr. Tapley carried with him a palpable sense of superiority, something that obviously both have earned through their achievements in the field, but that did not make it any less uncomfortable to notice.
In a way the man looked down on everyone, and that brought back bad memories.
Laughing I lowered my head, because despite the slightly unpleasant attitudes I had noticed in the man, attitudes that, again, he shared with the vast majority of qualified doctors in the country, not building at least a friendly relationship with the man would be foolish, after all he had years of experience from which I could learn, basically like with House.
Cutting off my thoughts, and as if thinking of him had summoned him. "That's what I always say, arrogance is earned" House declared sarcastically as he walked up to us, "but I guess this time, you actually have something to be proud of" he added smiling with false kindness as he reached our side.
Even though he did not show it, I could clearly see that House was tense, in fact he seemed upset, but that did not matter at that moment, because House had given me a compliment and I did not believe for a second that it was genuine.
Something had to be coming.
With a growing, clearly malicious smile, which to my eyes did a very poor job of hiding frustration. "I mean, considering your… capabilities it's surprising that you can string more than two ideas together without drooling" he added immediately.
Yup.
Snorting I shook my head ready to respond to House, but surprisingly before I could say anything Dr. Tapley spoke for me.
Immediately frowning. "And who are you?" he asked visibly offended by House's bad joke.
For a fraction of a second I considered pretending not to know House, maybe make it so that somehow Dr. Tapley managed to get the convention staff to kick him out of the building, it would be a pretty funny joke, but somehow it could affect the hospital and I did not have the heart to give Dr. Cuddy a headache, at least not at that moment.
Sighing slightly. "This is Dr. Gregory Hou-" I was saying, but House interrupted me before I could continue.
Strangely quickly switching his cane from his left hand to his right. "Gregory House, I am Patrick's mentor" he said, offering his now free hand, emphasizing my name as if it were some kind of ironic insult, "basically thanks to me he knows everything he knows" he added smiling at me arrogantly.
Raising an eyebrow incredulously I decided not to comment on that, even though House had not taught me a single thing about cardiology, yet.
Nodding slowly, surely thinking that House's bad joke was just that, a bad joke, and not a direct insult, Dr. Tapley took House's hand. "Oh yeah, I remember PJ told me about you" he said frowning slightly, "diagnosis, clos-" he continued, but House interrupted him before he could finish his question.
Pulling Dr. Tapley's hand until it was inches from his face. "A pretty normal hand" House said frowning puzzled, "I expected more for such an exaggerated title" he added snorting as he released the hand with disappointment.
Losing the surprise on his face from House's sudden movement, Dr. Tapley smiled amused as he got his hand back. "Yeah, sorry to not meet expectations" he said with doubts, apparently not very sure how to respond to House's comment.
Shaking his head slightly with his gaze on the floor, like a child who lost a toy. "Ah, it's fine, you know what they say-" House murmured.
Raising one of his eyebrows. "Never meet your heroes?" Dr. Tapley asked with an exaggerated arrogant expression.
An expression that anyone else would see as a joke or fake, but I, and obviously House who was now looking at Dr. Tapley with a raised eyebrow, could see that it actually hid a real feeling of arrogance behind it.
Without missing a beat, smiling widely. "No, that the arrogance of cardiologists is only surpassed by how fast they can exaggerate their achievements" House responded carelessly, "some would say in a heartbeat" he added, smiling obviously proud of his bad joke.
Sighing exasperated, I closed my eyes tightly.
The truth is I did not expect House to be particularly respectful to absolutely anyone, in fact I was not surprised at all that he was disrespectful, I mean, I knew House was an asshole, but I did not see a reason beyond Dr. Tapley's 'fame' and the inherent arrogance of any doctor of his stature, for him to attack him in that way.
Yeah... thinking about it, it made a lot of sense.
Maybe never expecting a 'colleague' to speak to him that way, at least not to his face, doctor Tapley remained silent with his mouth open, completely incredulous.
Embarrassed by House's behavior, and nervous about how doctor Tapley would react to the situation. "I'm so sorry doctor-" I said even though it wasn't my responsibility, but again, before I could continue, House interrupted me.
Pointing at me. "Oh yeah, he's so sorry" he declared sarcastically, "I completely forgot where we are, we're supposed to kiss your ass, right?" he added, lightly hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead, "tell me doctor, what does it feel like-" he asked, stopping with an exaggerated and obviously fake yawn, "to repeat the same procedure hundreds of times until achieving a clearly inflated nickname?" he allowed himself to finish, leaning on his cane, falsely interested in the answer.
Finally coming out of his stupor, realizing that House was actually insulting him, closing his mouth abruptly, frowning visibly furious. "This is preposterous, never in all my years of experience-" exclaimed doctor Tapley, stopping himself, pointing at House in fury "who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked shouting, making House open his eyes slightly in surprise.
And no wonder, with each passing second doctor Tapley's face, normally pale and wrinkled, was becoming saturated in an increasingly red tone, sudden veins popping on his forehead and the man was breathing heavily, it was not a pleasant sight at all.
Raising his hands surprised. "Wow, calm down doctor, we have a child present" House murmured, pretending to be concerned as he pointed at me, "what would the left hand think" he added a moment later, joking, which made doctor Tapley look ready to explode.
Opening his mouth with an oddly stiff jaw movement, doctor Tapley actually moved his eyes toward me, apparently reminding himself that I was still in the room, surprisingly managing to calm down a moment later, enough at least to no longer look like he was about to explode at any second. "I don't have to put up with this rudeness from anyone" declared doctor Tapley, a little less red, "much less from a nameless idiot" he added, causing House to groan, holding his chest as if falsely hurt by the comment.
Not knowing how everything had happened so fast, I could only watch as doctor Tapley looked at House with disdain, studying his face as if he never wanted to forget it, before shifting his focus once again to me. "If I were your parents, I would be extremely worried about finding a better role model, or your future will be completely stalled" he assured me, still breathing deeply, but forcing himself to speak to me calmly, "so my invitation to have a coffee is still open" he added with disdain, glancing at House.
Surprised that the doctor was still willing to keep contact with me. "Yes of course, thank you doctor" I said quickly, making the older doctor nod a second before walking out of the room and leaving, not without snorting with disdain once more in House's direction.
As soon as the door through which doctor Tapley left, surprisingly quickly for a man his age, closed behind him, House, holding his cane in front of his body, snorted amused. "That was very intense" he declared, sighing exaggeratedly exhausted, "did you see how red he got?" he added immediately after, clearly amused, "how ironic would it be for a cardiothoracic surgeon to have a heart attack in the middle of the national cardiology convention?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Looking at House incredulously for a couple of seconds. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked slowly.
"Wow language" exclaimed House, exaggeratedly surprised, "you see!, you haven't spent more than a full day with 'the right hand of God' and you're already talking like that, what would your parents think?" he declared, slowly shaking his head in disappointment, "besides, it was a rhetorical question, obviously I don't want the man to suffer a cardiac event" he clarified, offended, as if I were accusing him.
"You know what I'm talking about" I clarified annoyed "I know that you're normally an asshole with everyone, but what did doctor Tapley do to provoke that?" I asked, feeling a growing migraine.
"Oh that" House murmured, nodding, "I don't like surgeons" he explained with tired obviousness.
Exhaling tired. "I can't believe you" I murmured, rubbing my forehead.
Frowning as if offended, House snorted. "Why would I lie?" he asked, being overly dense.
"It's not even funny, the man is the best in his field, a field I'm quite interested in" I declared annoyed, "I don't care how bitter you are and how much you hate the world, but you're supposed to at least look out for my future a little, not try to stall me" I added frustrated.
I didn't even know why I was trying to reason with House, as I said before, there was no way the man had respect for anyone but himself, clearly a self-destructive bitter man, it wouldn't be long before he did something that would affect me directly.
I just needed to follow the advice so many people had given me, just learn what was necessary from House, the important and useful things, and ignore the vast rest.
And while I was thinking about that, at the back of my mind, recalling the question behind House's tense behavior, I reached a conclusion: later that same day, House would have to give a speech for Vogler's company.
Nodding slowly, with raised eyebrows, House looked at me for a couple of seconds, clearly not regretting anything. "And this is what I get for trying to help you" he declared, clicking his teeth annoyed.
Deciding that knowing about the speech wouldn't change anything about what was happening at that moment, I snorted frustrated. "Help me?" I asked incredulously, since it seemed House really meant it "How was that supposed to help me?" I added exasperated, "no, really, in what world?" I exclaimed upon noticing the lack of interest on House's face.
Pressing his lips slightly, House nodded. "Oh only in the world where you're actually interested in cryosurgery" House replied as if the very idea was ridiculous, "or any other type of surgery" he added in a disgusted murmur.
"Oh because that would be so bad" I declared ironically.
Adjusting his cane in front of him. "Oh it is" House declared carelessly, "as much as I hate to admit it, you and I are a bit alike" he said, lowering his head with disgust, "just a bit, don't get excited" he added, lifting his head emphatically as if he were genuinely worried I might get excited about it.
Which couldn't be further from reality, without changing my expression I waited for House to continue his speech.
Fortunately he didn't make me wait long. "You're similar enough to me to know that the monotony of small puzzles like cardiothoracic surgery, neurosurgery and stupid things like that will bore you to death" he declared confidently, "sure, from time to time there might be interesting cases with 'complicated' operations, but repeating the same procedures dozens of times day after day-" he added without finishing the idea, simply shaking his head.
And as much as I would have loved to refute it, the idea, as he painted it, certainly didn't seem very appealing.
Studying my face, which surely revealed a lot of what I was thinking by accident. "I have to say, unlike me, you actually have some interest in people's well-being" he declared with disgust, "so, if you really want to be a surgeon, I can see you as a trauma surgeon" he added with even more disgust, House truly despised surgeons.
Shaking my head immediately, I snorted with disdain, inevitably remembering all the bad experiences with trauma teams throughout my career as a paramedic. In general, emergency physicians, always pressured with hundreds of patients a day, had very little patience for people they saw as inferior, but from the few interactions I had with trauma surgeons, they were the worst, always with an added layer of arrogance and superiority beyond the rest of the physicians.
I didn't really know where my career would go, but I knew that emergency medicine and trauma surgery definitely were not it.
While I was lost in my memories, House had taken the opportunity to leave the room, leaving me completely alone. Thinking about his words, I remained completely still, reflecting... at least for a second, snorting a moment later, shaking my head as I exited through a second door in the room, trying to avoid the people on the other side.
As badly as House painted the idea, definitely seeing a person's heart beating inside their chest and manipulating it to save a life couldn't be that bad.
Obviously ignoring House's pseudo warning, a couple of hours later I nervously contacted Dr. Tapley to take him up on his word and go have a coffee, because as much as House might have been telling the truth about cardiothoracic surgeons, having a pleasant conversation with a doctor with Dr. Tapley's years of experience could be nothing less than interesting.
Fortunately Dr. Tapley didn't seem to hold a grudge against me for his interaction with House, arranging to meet me at a café not far from the convention building and the hotel.
Without having to prepare too much, I left the hotel where I was staying for the first break of the convention day and headed to the café where several people were chatting quietly, but not Dr. Tapley, which wasn't strange since I had arrived a few minutes early.
Drinking a chocolate milkshake hidden in a paper cup as if it were regular coffee, I waited at one of the tables for the doctor to arrive.
And not long after, one minute before the agreed time, Dr. Tapley walked through the café door, only unlike what I expected, he wasn't alone.
Chatting with a man who looked about his same age, Dr. Tapley, surprised to see me, smiled kindly in greeting, motioning toward his companion in my general direction.
Looking carefully at the other man, I immediately recognized him as one of the men who had been accompanying Dr. Tapley the day before, right when we were talking after his presentation.
Ignoring my initial surprise at seeing an unexpected face, I stood up in time to formally greet, now that I saw the new person up close, the doctors.
Completely different from how his "conversation" with House ended. "Ah PJ," Dr. Tapley said cheerfully as he took my hand, "there's nothing better than being punctual," he added with a strangely proud smile, "ah, where are my manners, this is my good friend James Block," he added quickly a moment later, pointing at the man as I greeted him with a firm handshake, "president of Johns Hopkins Hospital."
Smiling broadly. "PJ, right?" Dr. Block asked, "Walter has told me a lot about you and your brilliant mind," commented the man, who for some reason now, far from looking like a doctor, looked more like a door-to-door salesman.
Oh.
Trying to ignore my growing suspicion that what I expected to be a pleasant conversation with an experienced doctor was actually a recruitment attempt, I took a seat next to the two older doctors who, after ordering their own drinks and making a bit of small talk, finally got serious.
With Dr. Tapley guiding the conversation, I answered questions about the hospital in Medford, specifically my time there, the contract my parents had signed, and my education, that did not surprise Dr. Block; Dr. Tapley had surely already filled him in on my story..
With my previous suspicions, which before were just that, suspicions, confirmed, I tried in between answering one of the questions to change the conversation by asking my own questions about the general outlook of cardiology, unfortunately my attempts had not worked, somehow giving more emphasis to the doctors in front of me to sell me their idea.
"Johns Hopkins is within the top of the best hospitals ranked last year and if everything continues the same way it will be this year too" Dr. Block said proudly as he looked at me intently, "thanks to contributions like Walter's we can always be top of the line with medical innovations that allow our students to research any topic of interest" the man added.
Despite smiling, Dr. Block's voice in my head was becoming more and more confused with that of a man in a TV infomercial, it was more than clear that they were sugar coating the idea of studying at Johns Hopkins.
Which, to be honest, was not bad at all, on the contrary it was flattering... if it weren't for the insistence, for more than an hour and a half I listened attentively, keeping a polite smile on my face, to the reasons why it would be stupid not to study in Baltimore under Dr. Tapley and finally when the two doctors finished trying to recruit me, exhausted, feeling as if I had been trapped in a timeshare talk, I returned to the convention center, without having learned anything from someone with much more experience than me.
Unfortunately for me, there were a couple of presentations that caught my attention.
The day went by, and after attending the presentations that interested me, while I was walking through the auditorium full of poster presentations, I ran into Dr. Cuddy, followed by a couple of doctors I recognized from the hospital, including among them Dr. Wilson. "There you are" the woman said when she saw me from afar, beginning to walk toward me at a quick pace, "I lost track of you after your presentation" she added, strangely relieved.
"Yeah sorry, I needed to step out for some air" I replied embarrassed.
"Oh it's alright, I'm just glad I've found you in time" the woman assured me.
"In time for what?" I asked slightly embarrassed, maybe there was something important I had forgotten because of my heavy, second, interaction with Dr. Tapley of the day.
"Eastbrook Pharmaceuticals' presentation is about to start" Dr. Cuddy responded.
Honestly I had no interest in being there, after all, if I wanted to know anything about the drug, I would only have to read the binder House gave me, I had no need to watch the presentation.
However with Dr. Cuddy in front of me, looking ready to pull me along if necessary, I had no way to refuse.
Nodding with a forced smile on my face, I followed the group walking next to Dr. Wilson.
"I couldn't congratulate you when your presentation ended, you did incredible" the doctor said as we walked, "although having seen you practice it really doesn't surprise me" he added a moment later, snorting with a strange touch of envy in his voice.
Unsure how to take the compliment. "Thanks?" I responded.
Apparently Dr. Cuddy was not only looking for me, because following her slowly the small group of people that was following her grew until almost all the doctors and administrative staff I remembered from the bus were walking with us, all except the medical students.
With a much larger group than at the start we arrived at our destination, the salon, which was a rather spacious room with a stage at one end, was filled with finely decorated tables that were surely the result of a lot of money spent from Vogler's pocket.
I had not attended any other pharmaceutical presentation at the convention, or at any other time in my life, but I highly doubted the rest had catering with food and what appeared to be dozens of bottles of what was surely very expensive alcohol.
As we moved to one of the empty tables in the center of the room. "Is this normally like this?" I asked Dr. Wilson, "pharmaceutical presentations?" I added.
Nodding quickly. "Oh yes" he replied immediately, "all of this is like a popularity contest" he added, "only that whoever spends more to attract more attention wins doctors pushing their drugs in the market and therefore a lot, a lot of money, not a plastic tiara" he declared sarcastically, while pointing at a large group of waiters preparing dozens of bottles in ice baths.
With a bad taste in my mouth, I followed the group led by Dr. Cuddy to one of the tables in the center of the room, where the woman assigned me a seat right between her and Dr. Wilson.
Slowly the room filled with people, most of them strangely not doctors, at least that I could discern, making the tables around us, like ours, fill their empty seats and the waiters begin their work.
With a non alcoholic drink in front of me, time passed and empty chatter filled the room, my table which I had already noticed before, was filled with all the important people from the hospital, basically its administration, they were especially interested in knowing the content of my conversation with Dr. Tapley after the presentation, fortunately no one seemed to know about the clash between House and him.
Not knowing how to answer that basically another hospital had tried to recruit me, I was as vague as possible with my answers until, thankfully, Vogler appeared on stage, capturing everyone's attention, freeing me from the uncomfortable questions.
With a confident smile, Vogler walked to a podium with a microphone at the center of the stage. "Good evening" he said a second later completely killing any conversation that was still going, "I hope you are enjoying the snacks and drinks, I was assured they were the best and certainly they were not cheap" he added in a terrible attempt at a joke, which obviously got several courtesy laughs.
With disgust, I did my best to ignore the rest of Vogler's opening speech, focusing entirely on the snacks that... certainly were very good.
Easily a couple of minutes later. "But, hey, why listen to me?" Vogler asked, "I own the company, so I'm certainly not to be trusted right?" he added once more joking, but this time among all the forced laughs earning a small snort from me.
The understatement of the century.
"Doctor Greg House, on the other hand, has a reputation..." Vogler continued, pointing to one side of the stage, "for integrity, among other things" he added belatedly, "ladies and gentlemen, Doctor Greg House" he finished stepping back.
House, with an unfriendly expression, walked slowly to where Vogler was, who smiled kindly pretending to ignore completely the expression on House's face.
"He's so excited to be up there" I joked, causing Dr. Wilson to snort loudly before hiding his reaction with a fake cough, Dr. Cuddy at my side shook her head exasperated, rubbing her forehead gently.
Seeing the bitter expression on House's face, surprised, because he really looked willing to give a speech, I settled into my seat expectantly.
Adjusting the microphone in slow, tired movements. "Eastbrook Pharmaceuticals' extraordinary commitment to research excellence..." House dictated monotonously, "is exemplified by their new ACE inhibitor, a breakthrough medical approach that will protect millions from heart disease" he added nodding, a moment later he separated from the podium, completely ready to leave.
Yeah, clearly he had not prepared anything.
Dr. Cuddy, who since House's appearance on stage had her body completely rigid, with the excuse of the speech, was now breathing heavily with one of her hands tightly pressed to her forehead.
Meanwhile on stage, Vogler interrupting House, always with a smile, at least to me clearly fake directed at the audience, whispered a couple of words to House that were clearly a threat and which apparently achieved their goal, because House turned around and returned to the podium.
"A few things I forgot to mention" House said immediately, "Ed Vogler is a brilliant businessman" he declared, causing Vogler to frown for a fraction of a second, "a brilliant judge of people... and a man who has never lost a fight."
Leaning in his chair. "Looks like Vogler managed to get through to House" Dr. Wilson said surprised.
Ignoring Dr. Wilson's words, focused entirely on House's calm expression and his body language, I knew something was wrong.
"You know how I know that the new ACE inhibitor is good?" House asked smiling calmly.
Shaking my head gently. "I don't think so" I said, causing Dr. Cuddy and Wilson to look at me strangely.
"Because the old one was good" House replied easily, and Wilson seemed about to say something when House continued "and the new one is really the same, just more expensive."
The two doctors beside me took a couple of seconds to react to House's words, Dr. Cuddy, possibly with an extreme headache, only covered her eyes while Wilson shook his head impressed.
"A lot more expensive" House added without any shame, "you see, that's another example of Ed's brilliance, whenever one of his drugs is about to lose its patent, he has his boys and girls alter it just a tiny bit, patent it all over again, making not just a pointless new pill, but millions and millions of dollars, which is good for everybody, right?" he asked smiling broadly, "except the patients, but who cares? They're just so damn sick God obviously never liked them anyway."
While House spoke, Dr. Cuddy at my side only seemed to make herself smaller in her own chair, as if she wanted to disappear from the room, she knew, like I and some others right there, that what House was doing would not only bring consequences for him, but for many more people in the hospital.
"So, all the healthy people in the room, let's have a big round of applause for Ed Vogler" House finished with a small triumphant smile, applauding on his own.
And deciding that surely, thanks to House, there would no longer be a diagnostics team in the hospital and the man would probably lose his job, with nothing else to lose, I also applauded amused, earning for a second the attention of everyone in the room and Vogler, who was simply standing stoically on stage behind House.
Widening his smile a little when he saw me applaud along with him, House once again moved away from the stage, this time being the one who leaned close to Vogler to say something only the two of them heard.
Obviously the atmosphere in the room after that was one of complete tension, making Vogler force himself to smile and say a few more words before thanking everyone and cutting the presentation much earlier than it should have been.
"Did you know he would do that?" Dr. Cuddy asked me with a bit of accusation in her tone.
"I had no idea until a moment before he did it" I replied honestly.
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By the way, I have no idea if a paramedic in any normal capacity of their job actually has any contact with a trauma surgeon. This all stems from a false assumption born from watching Grey's Anatomy, not widely recognized for its medical accuracy, shout out Dr. Mike (the doctor, not the 'big stretch' guy), where surgeons (of any specialty) are the ones who admit patients brought in as emergencies, NOT a team specialized in stabilizing medical emergencies.
It's surprising how much you learn by doing a little research and watching many different sources, such as documentaries or shows recognized for their medical accuracy (Code Black and The Pitt), among many others.
A recommendation if you're unaware of the mistreatment that nurses and paramedics apparently experience daily: watch 'Code 3' starring Rainn Wilson (Dwight Schrute) great comedy with a couple of emotional punches here and there.
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Author Thoughts:
As always, I'm not American, not a doctor, not a fighter, not Magnus Carlsen, not Michael Phelps, not Arsene Lupin, not McLovin, not Elliot, not Capone and not Tiger Woods.
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