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Richard, was it the first time 2.0
was being used on a patient?
We were able to remove the patient's tumor.
And we're optimistic for his future.
I'm not taking my son's kidney, Hannah.
Donating could be a really positive experience for him.
If you turn out to be a match, I won't say no.
I was wanting you to meet my brother.
So tell me doctor, you deal with any crazy people today?
Pavel.
I didn't mean to offend.
I was meeting with a headhunter.
I have a bad feeling about the direction that Jack is taking us.
Jack, he got the votes.
We are now a for-profit hospital.
Hello, Daniel.
Hoping I'd run into you. Walk you out?
Your desk, bottom drawer, left you a treat.
You didn't have to do that.
We don't get to see each other during the day.
It's my way of feeling close to you.
Ah, the esteemed Dr. Charles, Chicago's very own Carl Jung.
Pavel, how you doing?
Fine.
Hurry, Liliana. Get in.
Let's not keep him. He must be very busy.
Just a minute.
- I'm sorry. - It's OK.
Pavel can be rude.
He was a lawyer back in Poland.
And he has had a hard time finding a career here in America.
I think he feels...
- Left behind. - Yes.
Yeah, it's hard.
Making jokes is just his frustration.
He has a big heart.
Have a good day, Daniel.
Morning, Sharon.
Hey, Maggie, good morning.
You know that recruiter that I met with last week?
Well, she may be calling you for some references.
You're really doing this, leaving Med?
Well, just testing the waters.
And what would it take to make you stop testing?
You got a time machine?
Take Med back to when patients came before profits?
All right. I get it.
I'll let you know if someone calls.
Thank you.
I wish you didn't have to take a day off work for this.
I feel bad.
Testing to see if I can give you my kidney
kind of trumps parking a few cars.
- Hmm. - Hey guys.
Big day.
You ready, Sean?
I'm cool.
- He's a nervous wreck. - Mm.
I'm grateful.
My job as a dad is being there for you.
And you being there for me
is even more trying than I thought.
Oh, thank God.
I'm needed in the ED.
Mm. Too much emotion for you, Dean?
- Yeah, way, way too much. - Yeah.
Hey, Dr. Asher. Just the usual chai tea?
Yes, please. Thank you, Carly.
Sean.
You sure I can't get you a coffee?
Ah, not today. Just water.
OK.
I think Carly just gave you flirty eyes.
Is there, like, something-something
- brewing between you two? - Just friends.
Oh.
Because smart, kind, and super cute are just not your type.
- No, that's my type. - Mm.
Mine's just somewhere else right now.
What if I'm not a donor match?
Then we'll figure something else out.
Good morning. Good morning.
So are the rumors true?
What rumors?
The rehab clinic going part-time.
The dialysis center possibly shutting down.
Oh, those rumors.
Well, maybe.
New mandate says that if a department is losing money,
it could be on the chopping block.
Well, what about the ED?
I don't know.
Maggie, need some help.
Talk to me.
Name's Jan Dover, 30s, single vehicle crash,
low impact, backed into a light pole.
GCS 15, laceration on her left palm.
Appears slightly jaundiced,
and has some very interesting theories
about the medical industrial complex.
Ma'am, please. It's policy.
What about my autonomy?
Am I not allowed to govern my own health and wellness?
She was a little rattled at the scene.
I think that's why she didn't fight us getting into the ambo.
But now that the shock's worn off, she won't come out.
OK. Let me see what I can do. Thank you, Cesar.
Hi, Jan.
I'm Maggie.
I'm a nurse here at Chicago Med.
I know what you're going to ask, and I'm not going inside.
Well, the thing is you're already here.
And your hand, it looks like it needs stitches.
- Oh, it's fine. - Well, let's confirm that.
And then we'll send you on your way.
They've got you on the payroll, don't they?
I'm sorry. Who's they?
The pharmaceutical companies.
All you nurses are on the take.
I can assure you, I'm not on any take.
No. I've read about it.
And I know that the minute I walk through that door,
you're going to inject me with a virus.
And I will spend the rest of my life paying for overpriced medications.
You'll get a cut, and your pals at big pharma
will make a fortune keeping me alive.
Told you.
OK.
Jan, I'm not sure where you got your information.
But if you come inside with me, maybe we can...
No. I'm not going anywhere.
She's very distrustful of hospitals, paranoid,
maybe even delusional.
And she says her name is Jan Dover.
It sounds like a variation on Jane Doe, doesn't it?
Exactly. And she's been white knuckling
those handles ever since they got here.
By the way, her hand's been bleeding.
That lac must be deep and hurt like hell.
Is she angry? Combative?
No, she's just terrified and thinks we're going to hurt her
and has a ton of internet research to back it up.
You know, COVID with all the isolation
and loneliness really amplified the conspiracy theories
in general, made the medical system
in particular an easy target.
Jan, how you doing? I'm Dr. Charles.
A psychiatrist. Here we go.
What do you mean?
Medicine's answer for people who don't play along
is call them crazy.
Jan, we just met, OK?
The only thing I know about you is that you're losing
a lot of blood, and we gotta...
We gotta take a look at that hand.
And I appreciate that, but I already told her
that I am not going inside the hospital.
- It is too dangerous. - How so?
X-rays, gamma rays, infrared radiation.
I mean, we can keep chatting if you can fix those.
Oh, well, we actually have a protocol for that.
- You do? - Yeah. Trust me.
You are not the first person to come into this hospital
with that set of concerns.
OK. Fine then.
Great.
Wheelchair, please.
We have a protocol for the electromagnetic spectrum?
We do now.
By the way, she is very jaundiced.
It could be something serious.
Yeah.
So look, in order to actually get her into a treatment room,
I'm going to ask you to get with the X-ray techs, OK?
And here's what I want you to ask them for.
Tim, how long has your stomach been bothering you?
A few weeks or so. It's mostly when I eat.
Yeah? And how does it feel now? Mild, sharp?
Kind of like indigestion or bloating,
but then... then last night it just... it got a little worse.
Seriously, Tim? A little worse?
He woke up from a dead sleep screaming.
- He had tears in his eyes. - Pam.
My wife overshares when she's nervous.
And my husband downplays when he's in pain.
Can you tell we've been married forever?
That's all good. OK.
So 1 to 10, how's the pain feel now?
That's like a 6 or 7 right there.
Nope. Downplaying. That's a 10 face.
I see it every time we have a stair day.
Stair day?
Our resolution for 2023 was to lose weight, get fit.
And one of our workouts is walking
the stairs in our building.
She... she makes it sound like it's a mid-rise.
It's not even close. It's 35 stories.
Well, he never makes it past the eighth floor.
Meanwhile, I make it to the top every time,
and I haven't lost a pound.
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