ER Code Red: Let the Rookie Take the Lead のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

A rapid knock on the door jerked me awake from my dream.I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was exactly 9:00 pm. There were still 30 minutes before the emergency patient was due to arrive.In my last life, it was around this time when my apprentice, Scarlett York, had asked me to cover her shift while she ran to the restroom.She ended up staying there for over half an hour, leaving me to handle the patient myself.The patient had already gone into cardiac arrest by the time he arrived. I worked for over 30 minutes doing CPR, pumping until my arms gave out, but I managed to pull him back from the brink.Resuscitation was grueling work. After the surgery, I collapsed at the ER door, too exhausted to speak, my throat dry and hoarse.My body was trembling uncontrollably from low blood sugar, so I spent seven bucks on a bottle of glucose to stabilize myself.Once the patient woke up, he started complaining about chest pain. After learning that I'd cracked four of his ribs during

I was only human, not a god. I couldn't be perfect all the time."You're my mentor. Of course, I'd come to you with any questions." Scarlett's tone was stiff, and there was a hint of barely concealed resentment in her eyes.A chilling thought suddenly crossed my mind.But before I could voice it, I needed to verify something.Frowning, Aidan started taking passive-aggressive swipes at me."Wilder, next time, don't take so long in the restroom. We're fighting for lives in the ER. There's no room for slack. How can you be focused on filing charts right now? Shouldn't this have been done ages ago? If everyone is stuck doing paperwork, who's left to save the patients?"I bit back my anger and forced myself to answer him calmly, "I'm only working overtime because I didn't finish filing the charts. Besides, I'm not even scheduled for the ER tonight. Dr. York is the one on duty."Aidan's face flushed with fury at my rebuttal. "What do you mean by that? I'm the deputy director. Can't I

If I hadn't insisted on saving him, Martin would've really died. Scarlett hated me because I saved him.But there was still part of the story from my last life that didn't make sense. She had no reason to frame me for stealing from the department over this.Suddenly, I thought of someone. Maybe his appearance wasn't a coincidence.I watched Scarlett being punched and kicked by her mother. The scene looked eerily similar to the time when Martin chased me down to kill me.Scarlett was being beaten so badly by her mother that her head was split open. Her body was pinned to the ground, unable to move.The onlookers could only watch from a distance, afraid to step in.They weren't exactly wrong. After all, getting involved might lead to trouble.In this world, the simplicity of human nature was slowly fading away. The brave were often the first to have their wings clipped, so it was only right to keep one's guard up.But watching Scarlett covered in blood, the fear of death surround

But when I saw the drawer full of condoms, I couldn't help but feel a little amused.People these days sure knew how to have fun.And so, Martin's ward was enriched with five stethoscopes, five blood pressure monitors, dozens of boxes of masks, and an entire drawer of condoms.Carrying them bit by bit was too much of a hassle, so I just pulled the entire drawer out and carried it straight into his ward.When I walked in with the items, Martin was the only one there.He looked at me, confused. "Dr. Garrison, what are you doing?"I smiled. "These are perks from the hospital. Just take them."Martin was grinning from ear to ear. As a man who lived for freebies, this unexpected bounty was a dream come true. He was practically itching for more.Back in my office, I had just sat down when Aidan stormed in, flanked by a group of people.Behind them was the grim-faced hospital director, Stanley Wright."It's Dr. Garrison. He's been stealing from the department and lining his own pock

I explained, "It's too late. They should already be waiting at my office door.""What should we do, then?" Camila asked. The 60-year-old woman stood helplessly, her features tightening in anxiety."Tell me the truth. Why did you hit Scarlett in the hospital?"All that aggressiveness she showed at first was all an act. Just a performance for the outsiders to see."Scarlett said that if she got hurt, she could take a few days off, maybe even quit her job. That's why she asked me to hit her. How could I bring myself to hit her? She's my precious daughter."I thought of my cousin and her two children, one who took her father's surname and the other her mother's. They were both brought into this world with the love and hope of their parents.Scarlett and Martin were no different.But human nature was unpredictable. Martin was born a thug.Scarlett could hurt herself to some extent, but that would've looked suspicious, so the mother and daughter put on a show.They crafted a narrati