Chicago Med

I'm testing to see if I can give you my kidney.

You went to Sean against my wishes.

It felt like Sean needed to know

how bad you're actually doing.

Hannah's smart, kind, and super cute.

- You're still in recovery. So is Hannah, for that matter.

I have a bad feeling about the direction

that Jack is taking us.

Since we stopped taking walk-ins without insurance,

numbers are down.

Heard rumors of you acting like a cowboy.

That's not what happened today.

Who you trying to convince with that? Me or you?

- I know the tech. I promise you.

It won't let you down.

2.0, guide me to the next lesion.

Calculating. Calculating.

Richard, can you hear me?

Sometimes, patients don't survive.

But it's the burden we bear.

He's selling seats on a rocket ship,

making up rules only his rich pals can play by.

It's not right.

Yeah.

So how was your date last night?

God, I wouldn't consider a guy talking at me

for 90 minutes straight a date. - Oh.

I swear, Hannah, he didn't ask me a single question

about myself. - Oh, that sounds awful.

You met him on the apps?

Yeah, but I think after last night,

I'm just gonna delete them all.

No, don't lose hope.

Dean!

Over here.

Cuevas. You bellowed?

- Here it is. - What is this?

It's a bomb.

It's a renal-friendly snack bar.

Yeah? Does it taste like cardboard?

I'm happy to report that it does not.

I even tried it myself.

Well, you enjoy those disgusting green smoothies,

so your taste is suspect.

I'll see both of you in the ED.

So what about your dating life?

- Mm. - It's been a while

since you've dated, right? Not since Will?

I mean, who's counting? But yeah.

Actually...

wow, I didn't realize it's been that long.

Well, maybe it's time to put yourself out there.

Hi.

Morning.

You look nice.

Thanks.

Big media blitz today with Jack.

This for the IPO launch tomorrow?

2.0's going public, right?

Correct.

And Jack will go from billionaire to gazillionaire.

More importantly, it'll expand 2.0's global reach.

Look, I know you're not Jack's biggest fan, but...

I don't like the direction he's taking Med in.

It's becoming a place I don't recognize anymore.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Jack's tasked me with assessing the state of the hospital,

and I found numerous examples of inefficiency.

How are we inefficient, exactly?

Treating patients or turning a profit?

I know you're deeply invested in Med

and that makes it difficult for you to see the flaws.

I guess I could say the same for you, Grace.

Jack was your mentor.

You got a lot of respect for the guy.

I know that.

But he's only out for himself.

That's not true.

I guess we're gonna have to agree to disagree on this one.

Self-portrait?

No.

My friend Owen drew it for me.

Owen? Natalie Manning's son?

Hang out at the nurses' station,

hear some things.

I bet.

Look, Natalie and I keep in touch, but...

You really don't owe me any explanation.

It's not like we're...

anything.

Are we?

Grace, I'm not sure this is gonna work.

Good luck today.

Mrs. Abrams. I am Dr. Asher.

Please, call me Michelle.

I am so sorry my husband roped you into this.

Oh, I don't mind at all. I'm happy to help.

It's just my doctor couldn't get me in

until next week and... - Mm-hmm.

Honey.

Please tell me you did not just leave surgery.

No. Our part was over, so I had an underling close.

Dr. Asher, thanks again for doing this.

Yeah.

As if you gave her a choice.

Next time a family member needs a craniotomy,

I'm your man.

Oh, well, I will hold you to that.

So, Michelle, what's going on?

I'm 99% sure I have a UTI.

I had one about a year ago,

and I'm experiencing the same symptoms

like abdominal pain,

pelvic pressure, and frequent urination.

OK, well, let's get you in a gown.

Excuse me.

We will start by taking a urine sample.

OK? - Sounds good.

OK.

Morning, Will.

I thought you were off today.

Jack roped me into speaking at the IPO press conference.

Tried to get out of it,

but he was conveniently unavailable to take my calls.

Makes sense he wants you there.

You are the face of the machine.

Ha.

Yeah, well, I'm not exactly feeling camera ready.

Haven't been sleeping much.

Yeah? What's going on?

I can't stop thinking about Richard Evans.

I feel you. Been weighing on me too.

Keep trying to piece together what went wrong.

What do you mean? CT showed he suffered a stroke.

His echo revealed a ventricular septal defect.

That's true.

So he must have thrown a clot, traveled to his brain

through the septal defect.

Deep vein clots are one of the most common surgical

complications, aren't they?

Yes, they are.

But in those cases, where would you expect

the clot to originate?

His pelvis or his legs.

Richard's CT showed the clot was in his liver.

Wait, how did he get a clot in his liver?

That's what I can't seem to figure out.

What, are you gonna do an autopsy?

No, his wife didn't want it.

But 2.0 records a massive amount of intraoperative data,

so I'm gonna have...

I'm gonna have Grace pull his files on Richard's surgery,

see if I can find some answers there.

Keep me posted.

Yeah. Will do.

What's up?

One second.

Grace, talk to me.

The data from Richard Evans' surgery, it's missing.

What do you mean missing?

It's not on the server. I don't know where it could be.

There must be a backup.

- I tried the backup server. It's not there either.

Has this happened before?

Data just disappearing?

No. Never.

Wow.

Somebody looked pretty happy for having just

gotten off the night shift.

I get the appraisal back on my new home today.

If it appraises for what I expect,

I remove my final contingency.

- Wow. Big day. - Yeah.

So you've given notice to your landlord and everything?

Oh, yes. I think he's more excited than me.

Day after I move out, he has a contractor coming in

to start renovations.

Anything I can do to help with the move?

I will be packing all day and night.

Company would be nice when you get off work.

I can do you one better.

Me and wine, plus pizza.

You know the way to my heart.

- I do, don't I? - Yeah.

See you later.

All right. Let's get you guys home.

Let's go, guys.

OK, and you'll wanna change the bandage every day

and apply this ointment at night.

Just generally overall stay off the foot as much as possible.

I'll try.

Now Penny, if the wound turns red or develops pus

or you start running a fever, I want you to come back.

Just say you're having chest pain so you don't have

any trouble checking in without insurance.

Right. Got it. I really appreciate your help.

Because of my immigration status,

I'm careful about where I give my name,

and I always come to Med 'cause I know it's safe.

It still is.