Chicago Med

- Uh... - Ha.

- That wasn't the warm reception I was expecting.

- Sorry. Just thinking about the day ahead.

Speaking of...

dinner before the recruiting event tonight?

Oh, yeah.

Of the next generation of Navy sailors.

Don't sound so excited.

- Wish I could stay, but duty calls.

Hey, you okay?

You were tossing and turning like crazy last night.

- Yeah, all good, and yes to dinner.

- You're not hearing me, Dr. Halstead.

With the hospital being sued...

- I'm under a microscope. I get it.

Doesn't make it fair.

- You ignored your patient's wishes

and put the hospital in jeopardy.

It's absolutely fair,

and now you have to deal with the consequences.

You're in for interrogatories, depositions, mediation,

and then possibly a civil trial,

and that doesn't even include what you may have to

go through with the state medical board.

Yeah. Okay.

- Every move you make will be scrutinized

by Jennifer Baker's attorneys.

Stick to the script.

Don't give them any more ammo.

Until the lawsuit is settled,

you are the perfect doctor.

Are we clear?

Because your future at this hospital...

depends on it.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Uh-uh, girlfriend. Go to Treatment 4, please.

- You got it. - Thank you.

Right this way.

All right.

Reese, why so glum?

- Residency Match picks. - Ah.

- They have to be in by end of day

and I have no clue what to do.

I'm literally choosing

where I'll spend the next four years of my life.

- And probably the rest of your life after that.

Be nice.

Dr. Choi, incoming!

- Where are we going, Maggie? - Trauma 2.

- Dad? - Bret Cooper, 17-year-old male,

down on the ice after a hip check... GCS 10, improved to a 12.

- I'm his father. I was there.

He didn't get his bell rung. He barely got hit.

- Bret, I'm Dr. Choi. Can you hear me?

Can you breathe? - Get me off of here!

- All right, let's transfer him. Reese, on your count.

- Okay, nice and easy. One, two, three.

Uhh!

And let's get him up on the monitors.

- On it. - Check his sat levels.

- Okay. Pupils equal bilaterally and reactive.

- He stayed on his skates the whole time.

- Bret, I need you to focus on me... is there any pain?

- Ah... there! Right where you're touching.

Your show, Reese.

He needs a CT head and spine,

and I would get him a chest X-ray.

- Come on, really? - We got this.

- Oh, my God... is it a concussion... What happened, Jack?

- He was battling for a puck along the boards... it's nothing.

- Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, I'm gonna need you to step outside.

- Bret had a bad concussion last month.

Honey, it's not a concussion.

Look, Doc, he's got a scholarship

on the table for Boston College, okay?

Another concussion, they might rescind the offer.

My eyes... everything's blurry!

Bret, you have to stay still.

Please, Bret, you have to hold still... hold still, buddy.

- Dad! - Son, you okay?

- Dad! Dad, I can't see!

- Stay still, Bret. - I can't see!

- Stay still, Bret. Stay still.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

The cat nap's over. - Oh, yeah.

They're on their way in.

- How long was I down? - About 20 minutes.

Oh, it felt like 20 seconds.

- You know you're only supposed to work 12-hour shifts, right?

It's the law. - I know.

But Dr. Downey makes his own rules.

- All right... - Half a minute more.

Come on.

Down.

Ticktock.

- Doc, hey. How is he?

- What happened to his eyesight? - His vision's fine.

It was a transient impairment, probably caused by anxiety.

- What about his head? Is it another concussion?

Can't say for sure yet.

We're doing a CT of his head and cervical spine

to make sure there's no bleeding.

That might require surgery.

- Surgery? Oh, God.

- I'm not saying he needs surgery.

We just need to rule everything out.

Let's not get worked up before the tests come back.

It's... it... it's...

it's like... it's like I...

It's like I said before. It... it l-looks worse than it is.

Look, Doc, I played 18 seasons. I took a hit or two.

I sat out a shift, got right back in.

Trust me, I get it.

Listen, as soon as we get the tests back,

we'll figure out our next step.

Okay.

- Thanks. - Sure.

Ma'am.

It's gonna be fine.

Whoa.

- Tired, Dr. Rhodes? - No, I feel great.

- Sign for the lungs, and let's move.

All right.

How long was he waiting? - Half a minute.

- Watch out, please. - Yes. Spoke with Dr. Bucchheit

about Loratazone... Think it's gonna work out.

Hey, Greg, let me call you back.

Dr. Halstead... Will.

- Zoe, how are you? Your hair's different.

I like it. - Yeah?

Yeah. Thank you.

- Had a great time the other night.

You've officially converted me to a rye whiskey girl.

- It cleanses the soul, or at least the memory.

Things any better?

- Well, they haven't gotten worse.

Guess that's something.

- Good. Cup half full... my kind of guy.

Round two soon?

- I'll call you when my shift's over.

- Yeah. Okay.

- Mr. Anderson, I'm Dr. Halstead.

Oh, please, call me Tim.

You got it, Tim.

So you're a diabetic?

- Yeah, since after college. Lucky bastard, I know.

- I see you're on the blood-thinner Warfarin.

How's your INR? - Don't know.

I haven't had it checked in a few weeks.

- Mm-hmm. Let's have a listen.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, you've also had a mitral valve replaced.

I can hear the clicking.

- Yeah, two stent operations, an atherectomy,

and a laser angioplasty.

- And somehow still putting us all to shame.

- Well, look good, feel good, Dr. Manning.

I was wondering if I would see you.

- Dr. Halstead, you mind if I sit in?

You don't have to ask.

So what's going on today?

Last time you were in for a foot infection.

Any reoccurrence? - No,

just a little shortness of breath.

I was cleaning out my attic,

started feeling a little light-headed.

Nothing, really, to worry about,

but, still, better safe than sorry.

Anything else?

- My left leg's been aching a bit.

- Mr. Anderson is in congestive heart failure.

- Oh? - It's mild.

At least, that's what my last doctor told me.

- But you could still stand to lose some of that fluid.

All right, what we're gonna do... chest X-ray, EKG, labs.

Have IR do an angiogram, check the flow of the leg.

For the Bulls game.

- Don't worry, Tim, we'll get you the wi-fi password.

You can watch the game on your phone.

- Hey. -

- A little overboard. His leg wasn't cold.

A vascular ultrasound, maybe,

but an angiogram's a bit much to start.

- He's a decade-long vasculopath.

His blood vessels are shot.

He's not indicating.

I hardly think he needs another uncomfortable procedure.

- There's no telling what he needs.

Look, I am not dismissing you, Nat,

but I did the intake.

It's my call.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hoo, you look like crap.

Thanks.

Downey boot camp.

- Presume you're on the transplant?

- Ex-vivo... have you ever seen one?

The lungs are perfused out...

- Outside the body, yeah. I know the procedure.