Eventually, they found Amber, in another hospital that treated car accident patients. She was injured and her kidneys were damaged, but at least she was in stable condition. But also for this reason, she was not able to get the same high priority as other critically ill patients at that hospital. So Wilson took him back to the hospital where Gregory worked, where Amber had worked for a long time, and which naturally didn't treat his old staff badly.

But just after the transfer, her heart collapsed.

"Ventricular fibrillation! Ready to defibrillate! In the emergency intensive care unit, the medical staff were busy, and Grigory and Wilson stood by the bedside and watched the barely busy medical staff.

"Do we now know how this came about?" Wilson asked suddenly.

"I don't know, the dialysis machine filtered her once, and the trauma she received in the car accident has been repaired, at least in principle, she should be fine."

"In other words, you need time to diagnose what's wrong with her," Wilson said at a very fast pace, looking at the paramedic who was about to defibrillate Amber with a defibrillator. "Can you give her a protective cooling first and then take the cardiopulmonary bypass? Ventricular fibrillation has already wreaked havoc on her heart, and if cardioversion is forced, it will continue to go crazy and release free radicals that destroy the brain. We can freeze her, replace her cardiopulmonary function with cardiopulmonary bypass, and drag her until you find out what's going on with her! ”

"But that won't solve the problem," Grigory said, looking at Wilson. "You know it's only a palliative treat, and shutting down the heart is just as bad for us to diagnose......"

"But at least it won't be worse than it is now to buy more time for her brain," Wilson said to Gregory, wringing his hands, in an almost pleading tone. "Come on, this is Amber, this is Amber!"

"......" Grigory was silent for a moment, then gave his own order as the attending doctor. Stop defibrillation work and protectively cool down. ”

“Boss？” The medical staff, who was preparing to defibrillate, who was obviously familiar with Gregory, looked at Grigory with incredulous eyes. "In that case......"

"I'll repeat, don't be cardioverted, cool down and delay some time." Grigory said word for word. "Lowering body temperature is the first priority, and all other work is not allowed to be carried out, and we will do our best to buy time."

"You can't do that!" The medical staff hurriedly dissuaded. "He's scared because he's a family member, that's why he's so worried, you can't affect your own judgment because of his position!"

"I order you, carry out the order I just had," Grigory looked coldly at the paramedics. "Got it?"

……

Gregory sat in his office, staring blankly in the direction of the wall.

In fact, he knew that the judgment of the medical staff and his initial judgment were right, and that protective cooling would not solve the problem, but would affect the examination of the cause of heart damage by electrocardiogram and other examinations. And I changed my mind not for any medical reason, but because the patient was Amber, as Wilson said.

Gregory knew that he would not be able to complete the diagnosis with his usual rationality and calmness in this case, so he relinquished the follow-up treatment to an experienced doctor in the hospital - he had a very conservative medical style, at least he would not revisit Amber as soon as he came up and do the things that were a race against time.

As for why he couldn't stay calm and sane?

You have to ask why your best friend's wife is sitting on the same bus as you. Neither he nor the other person was the kind of person who would ride such a vehicle, at least Gregory had his own motorcycle, which he used to commute to work every day.

Answer? In fact, Gregory had one in his heart, and it was a vine that had grown wildly from a little secret that he had secretly planted in his heart since he first met Amber.

But although true love does not come first and then comes, human beings are courteous, righteous and shameful. Amber is not single, and her lover is still his best friend, so the crazy vine in his heart can only strangle his heart in vain, but he will never have a chance to show his head.

Wilson's previous question made a lot of sense: Why would Gregory pay such a price for a patient who didn't even know his identity, even if it was at risk for his own safety? Gregory had not known before, but he now knew that it was because his subconscious knew that the patient was Amber, otherwise he would not have subconsciously wanted to ask Wilson if he knew where his wife was after his first recollection.

Grigory stood up, took a deep breath, and walked out.

He'd pushed his memory to the limit with physostigmine and sensory deprivation before, but now he wanted to use even more extreme means to remember what had happened to Amber on the bus with her last night, and see if he could do his best to add even a little weight to this end of the scale, after all...... He was no longer able to do anything with his vaunted diagnostic abilities, and this was the last contribution he could make.

Let your brain burn sacrificially, and give one last time to the person you love but will never be able to approach.

……

"The pulse probe has advanced into the temporal cortex and is ready to start." As the brain surgeon inserted the probe deep into his brain, he motioned to Wilson next to him to begin helping Gregory with his recollection. "Let's give it to him first...... Is it okay to give you 3 volts? ”

"No problem," Grigory nodded. "Let's get started."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly adjusted the voltage to the 3 volt position – the maximum safe voltage shown in the machine's operating manual. "Let's get started."

"Don't be in such a hurry, we're operating the human brain right now." The brain surgeon glanced at Wilson.

"It's okay, I'm ready." Grigory took a deep breath and said.

Wilson pressed the power switch, and 3 volts were immediately sent along the probe into Gregory's brain, and Gregory's body trembled.

The black-and-white scene appeared before Gregory's eyes, but there was no sound.

"Black and white silent film, but I did see something new." Grigory gave immediate feedback. "Double the voltage to 6 volts – I should have told you before that we're going to do electrical stimulation instead of electric massage."

"I don't want to overload your brain." The brain surgeon objected.

"I've already put my life on this," Gregory snorted. "At least it makes me feel like I'm watching a modern movie, right?"

Wilson looked at the brain surgeon expectantly. "Then I switched it?"

"Whatever you want." The brain surgeon sighed.

Wilson was about to turn the voltage to 6 volts, but seemed to remember something and looked in Gregory's direction.

"Go ahead and do it," Grigory certainly knew what Wilson was worried about. "Hurry up, before I regret it."

Before he could finish speaking, Gregory's image changed to a full-color bar counter with the bar's most commonly used music.

The third, and probably the highest-intensity reminiscence stimulation Gregory was able to receive, began.

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One thing to say, I was in a very bad mental state when I wrote this paragraph...... Because when I write, I used to run in my head first, and this time I was completely autistic.