The Soft Tissues Are Unremarkable นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He asks as he washes his hands to put on gloves. “No. I didn’t even eat breakfast this morning.” “I’ll be checking you over and we’ll see what’s the next steps. Okay?” Darren makes his way towards me. “Okay.” Maverick keeps his hand on mine as Darren examines me. He touches my lymph nodes, listens to my lungs and heart, checks my tonsils and ears but finds nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m not seeing anything that would have caused that bleeding externally so I’d like to press on your abdomen to make sure there isn’t any discomfort.”

" grumbled Nichol, trying to see there, but it was quite difficult because of the limitations of the machine. "Is this a large hemoperitoneum?" muttered Nichol and again moved to the right side of his upper abdomen. "His spleen and liver are damaged." "Check his chest too," said Renata. Nichol placed the device on the patient's chest. "It's really unclear. This area seems normal," said Nichol, sharpening his gaze at the machine's screen. Then Nichil moved to the left side of the chest. "There is bleeding here." Renata looked at Bastian. "Blunt injury, hemothorax, hemoperitoneum, unstable vital signs," Renata explained, looking at Bastian, who also returned her gaze.

I could tell that Ella was a bit uncomfortable during the check up even with the nose numbing medicine Doctor Morgan gave her. I had no idea what the doctor was looking for, but after a while, he mumbled. "Well, I can see two scar tissue. One is right along the cut, but there is another on the... voice box." He mumbled as he kept looking. Once he was done poking around, he sighed. "There is a scar on your voice box where it shouldn't be. Maybe it was because of neglectful care the first time around..." He said before he focused his eyes on my wife.

And then the heartbeat sound came back for a few seconds. Soft. Steady. Familiar now in a way that still felt unreal sometimes. But not shocking anymore. Just… real. I didn’t move. But my attention sharpened automatically. Daniel did the same. Not speaking. Not reacting loudly. Just watching. The sound faded again as the doctor continued. “There’s consistent development,” she said gently. “No concerns at this stage.” I let out a slow breath. Not relief in a dramatic way. Just release. Like something inside me unclenched slightly without permission.

I say, and step to the table, my eyes reading the scans. "Bridging vein haemorrhage," I say. "Left temporal. The shift is at seven millimetres — we're at the threshold. We need to move." Martha nods. “I was just about to assess—" "Lucille," I say. "Craniotomy tray. Let's go." ♦♦♦ “I swear,” I try to work out the crick in my neck with my fingers as I walk out of the OR. “It feels like I've been run over by a truck.”

The senior physician, who had personally received them when the ambulance arrived, straightened at once. “Yes, Madame Chairman,” he replied respectfully. “We conducted a scan immediately. The results are normal. There is no sign of internal bleeding or trauma. The child may experience some discomfort around the wound and mild soreness in the areas where he landed, but there is nothing serious to worry about.” The elderly woman held his gaze for a moment, as if weighing every word. “I want him under continued observation,” she said at last. “Assign the best pediatrician to his case.” “Of course, Madame Chairman,” Dr. Demetri responded without hesitation.

I sat between them, my left heel bouncing a mile a minute against the floor tile The heavy wood door at the back of the room clicked open. A middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat stepped through, a thick digital tablet gripped in his hand. "Noah?" Dr. Aris let out a slow breath before turning back to us. “Well, Noah,” he said, enlarging one of the scans on the monitor. “I have some good news.” I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until then. “The initial concern was that the impact may have caused a complete nerve avulsion.” He pointed to the image on the screen. “But that’s not what we’re seeing.”

Not with this smell. I opened a drawer and pulled out my recorder. I turned it on. My voice sounded flat. “Male. In his twenties or early thirties. Severe lacerations. Rapid clotting. Possible tissue regeneration. Bone and dental shifts. Unstable vitals.” I stopped the recording because I didn’t know what else to say. Anything more would be guesswork. I cleaned my gloves and stepped back. I watched him for almost ten minutes without moving. The clock ticked behind me. And I checked the windows, outside the street was empty, there were no cars passing. No sound came through the walls.

The doctor shook his head and said, "We found that besides superficial injuries, the patient's chest tissue was somewhat hardened, and her heart rate was irregular. According to our preliminary diagnosis, it seems that she may have breast cancer." Blake saw the unconscious person wrapped in bandages and rushed over quickly, "Grace! What happened to my aunt? Wasn't she fine at home? Why is she hurt?" 'What happened during the brief time that I was out?' Blake wondered. "Who did this?" She finally asked.

It was perfect timing as the baby turned and we got a full face picture of the baby. “Fine but still rude.” Scarlet said, trying not to smile. “This is the baby's spine. Let’s check blood flow. Appears to be normal. And the heart. Four chambers, rhythm sounds normal, 145 beats per minute. Blood flow is normal. Kidneys appear to be normal, two kidneys with normal blood flow. Umbilical cord appears normal. Ready for the gender?” Dr. Green asked again. “Yes” my knee started bouncing on its own accord from all the nerves at that moment.