Previously on The Resident...
I got a question for you.
Old friend's developed a bit of a tremor.
What about benzodiazepines?
Dr. Hunter, if there's ever an opportunity
to help you with your research, count me in.
I saw Lily earlier. She didn't look good.
I went to check Lily's files, and they were missing.
Dr. Hunter keeps her patients' records separate
on her own server at her clinics, not at the hospital.
The operation came off without a hitch.
You had a spectacular surgeon.
- Cake. - Louisa will be taken care of.
But I have to pull $2 million out of thin air.
Be prepared to be woefully understaffed
for the next 12 months.
Hi. Patient in bed six was triaged as acute.
Uh, he said his pain was a ten.
Ear pain is always rated the lowest priority: basic.
Certainly not acute, which means "big deal emergency."
When is Nurse Hundley back?
Oh, she's at St. John's now.
Budget cuts or something.
I got your back.
Tachy, intra-abdominal bleeding, possible liver lac,
- and a right-sided pneumothorax. - Acute?
Bus overturned on I-85, multi casualties.
- Ambulances are stacking up outside. - Page Dr. Hawkins.
We need help down here.
Bilateral femur fractures. Hypotension, JVD,
and muffled heart sounds indicate cardiac tamponade.
Both acute... uh, Trauma Bay Two and, uh, bed eight.
Where is everyone?
It's all blowback from helping Louisa. Our budget was cut.
ER staff nearly halved midnight-to-noon shift.
Right, well, we have Claire to thank for that.
Nurse Hundley was let go.
Too experienced, too good, too expensive.
And the new triage nurse is a bubblehead.
- All right, let's go. - Urgent?
I-I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but she's awake and breathing.
Uh... basic.
- My hand hurts. - Yes, ma'am.
Hey.
Hey, I need to see a doctor, I think.
I wiped out on my skateboard, I wasn't wearing my helmet.
- Um... Yeah, um... - My head hurts a little bit.
- Little road rash. - Okay, a headache, uh, road rash.
Uh, still breathing. Basic. Please, just, uh, take a seat
in the waiting room.
Charge.
Clear.
Shock.
Still no pulse.
Hair acts as an insulator,
and prevents the shock from getting to the heart,
which is the point of the defibrillation, so...
we remove it. Then we reapply directly to the skin.
Charge.
Clear.
Shock.
Sinus rhythm.
Where's your I.D. bracelet?
Didn't get one.
Think I could get an aspirin? Head's killing me.
Not until you see the doctor. I'll get you an I.D., though.
Hey.
? Push your hand through ? ? the door, pickin' every lock ?
? Make a quick escape... ?
Brent Carter?
- It's okay. - Yeah.
Dislocated shoulder.
I've got it.
Good news is we fixed it.
Better?
Yeah.
Here you go.
Excuse me, this isn't mine.
Hey, Irving, bed seven's
in A-fib with RVR, I'm giving ten of diltiazem.
- Whatever, man. Just do it. - Excuse me, Doctor.
- Excuse me. - Yes, we'll be right with you, ma'am.
- Doctor, please. - Oh.
Sir?
Hey, sir.
Let's get this guy to acute, now!
Get his vitals, start an IV.
Let's have the intubation cart standing by.
He's unresponsive. Pulse is weak.
Double access, wide open fluids, peripheral neo for now.
Dr. Okafor, tube him.
On it.
Damn it. Left pupil is blown.
Looks like we have a brain bleed. Do we have images?
There's no I.D. bracelet, so there's no way to know if there
- are tests. - Is he gonna be okay?
Where is this patient's I.D. bracelet?
- Has he even been checked in? - I-I didn't have time.
- Um... - What's his name?
Find his name.
Uh, Ian. His name is Ian Robinson.
- Ian, can you hear me? - He can't hear you.
My best guess is a subdural hematoma.
The bleed must be compressing his brain stem.
Well, is there another way to relieve the pressure? Burr holes?
Not without scans to know where the bleed is.
I can't just blindly drill into a brain.
But he's gonna be okay, right? Because he-he said he just had a headache.
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Please.
Please, no, he...
He can't...
He has no I.D. bracelet.
You didn't even admit him properly.
So we have to learn his name in the middle of a code?
Ian.
His name is Ian.
I found him.
Just lying over there, unattended, in basic.
Why didn't you triage Ian properly?
It's my first day.
Oh, man.
He had a head injury. That's, at minimum, urgent.
- Always. - We were so busy...
and he-he seemed okay.
With brain bleeds, there aren't always symptoms at first.
He had a head injury.
He should be on concussion protocol...
in urgent.
The patients, they just... they kept coming.
And I-I didn't want to him to be marked as urgent if he was basic.
It's better to be overly cautious with a head injury.
Now you know what happens when you aren't.
Next time your patient won't end up like Ian, dying alone, in basic.
All right, everyone, let's get back to work.
Someone is dead because of her mistake.
Yeah, and she'll always carry that with her.
He's right.
We need to move on,
and focus on the patients that we can help.
Abdominal pain. Bed two.
All you.
Heart rate is 120.
Blood pressure is 110/60.
That's bad.
Well, it just means your body is working hard to fight off this infection.
Okay, well, Dr. Hunter just gave me mega antibiotics,
so it should start working soon.
I'm so sorry you're going through this, Lily.
Your immune system was not strong enough
the last time you left the hospital. We should've kept you longer.
No, it's not Dr. Hunter's fault.
I mean, she knows what she's doing.
Of course.
Dr. Hunter has a great reputation.
Yeah. She's the best oncologist in Georgia.
Hey, how long have you had this rash?
Um, just since this morning.
It really itches.
As I remember, you don't have any allergies to any medications, right?
Uh, honestly, I-I can't remember.
Sorry. The chemo's trashed my memory.
But, I-it should be in my chart, right?
Well, Dr. Hunter likes to keep your paperwork at her clinic,
but, um, let me see what I can do
to get the information sent over here, okay?
- Okay. - All right, I'll be back.
Ian's father Paul's here.
We're gonna go talk to him.
You need to learn how to do one of the hardest things we have to do as doctors.
Let's go.
Mr. Robinson, I'm Dr. Conrad Hawkins.
Your son Ian suffered a fall,
and it led to a subdural hematoma,
which is a massive brain bleed.
This was not a survivable injury.
Ian's dead?
Yes.
Are you ready?
Yeah.
That... That-that's not Ian.
That's not my boy.
How's your day going?
- Could use a do-over. - Yeah.
We took his picture.
We'll ask everyone who comes in if they recognize him.
I'll circle back later in the day.
Let me know if you find anything.
You bet.
I dropped off the John Doe report with risk management.
- Now what? - Go upstairs and see our patients.
Triple-check that anyone who was admitted from the ER
was properly diagnosed and treated.
Who knows what mistakes are coming our way.
I'm counting on you.
What about you?
I'm staying here.
I'll take over triage.
Great.
Show it to all the patients and everyone
in the waiting area... ask if anyone knows who he is.
One thing we know for sure is he isn't Ian Robinson.
Has the real Ian Robinson showed up yet?
No. Mr. Robinson isn't even sure that his son was on that bus.
Right now, we have no idea how that backpack even got here.
Lily's rash is really bothering her.
It's probably a superficial phlebitis.
Change her IV and give her 25 of diphenhydramine.
Of course. Also, would it be possible
to get her complete chart sent over from your clinic?
What's wrong with her record here?
Well, we weren't able to find it when she was admitted...
it seems to have... completely vanished from our system.
Huh. That's odd.
And since Lily's multiresistant infection
is so difficult to treat, I figured you'd probably be more comfortable
if we had her entire history here.
Of course. You're right.
I'll have the clinic send it right over.
Great. Thank you.
So, how long till Shirley passes the gallstone?
We're trying to get out of town for vacation.
Well, it really depends on how many stones there are.
Any decreased appetite or weight loss?
Shirley hasn't been eating much.
Have you lost any weight?
Not much. A pound?
More like 15.
Your husband is very attentive.
Howie worries.
But he's not my husband.
He's my boyfriend.
We met six months ago at an aero-modeling convention.
We were both building exact replicas of the Wright brothers' plane.
Yeah. For us, it was love
at first Wright Flyer.
- Okay. - Please, Doctor, please help her.
- Oh, no, my... - Okay.
I'll increase your pain med dose and frequency.
Okay.
As long as you're here, we'll run a few more tests.
- Thank you. - I don't want Howie to worry.
Then you better get these gallstones out quick,
so we can go on our trip and relax.
Deep breath.
Oh, hey, Dr. Pravesh, I, uh...
I want to touch base with you.
I hope I didn't alarm you by ordering more tests.
It's probably just gallstones.
Good.
See, we're on our way to Kitty Hawk and, uh...
I'm gonna propose, in a big romantic plane-themed gesture.
- That's great. - See, when you get to 80
without a wife, you figure nobody could ever love you.
Then along comes my Shirley.
She... she's my everything.
And if I should propose early,
you let me know.
I'm a practical man, and I don't want to be morbid, but...
we're old.
So please take good care of her.
Things seem less chaotic.
Made our way through the worst of it.
Any word on the identity of the John Doe we lost this morning?
- Not yet. - This is a new patient of ours.
Shirley Harris.
Take a look at the ultrasound.
The ER doc diagnosed gallstones.
I'm afraid he missed a mass.
What does the blood work show?
Slight anemia. Weight loss.
Let's get an EUS to better characterize the mass
and a CT for the surrounding areas.
And we'll hope for the best.
Yeah. Let's hope.
Kelly.
- What are you doing? - Preparing for the dissection.
You aren't doing the dissection; you're a resident.
I do it for Dr. Bell.
Well, he's not here.
When I was a resident, they wouldn't let me tie a knot unsupervised.
Give me the Kelly.
Watch and learn.
I have nothing to learn.
You are barely halfway through training...
there is plenty for you to learn.
Any action on this? How much you gonna give me -if I make the putt?
Huh. You haven't mentioned money since you got a case of the yips.
How much?
- Hundred. - You sure?
Downhill, very slippery.
- How about five? - Easy money.
You haven't even two-putted in six months.
Thousand?
Fine.
You miss, you donate a thousand bucks to my son's school fund-raiser.
Wonderful. For the kids.
I miss the putt, thousand bucks to your son's school.
I sink it, thousand bucks to...
me.
Damn it! Man!
I'm back.
She made me hold the retractors the entire time.
- Like I was... an intern. - Insanity.
20-something male, John Doe,
fractured left femur, bruising to the right chest,
- neck injury with possible crushed larynx. - John Doe?
I thought we had all the casualties from the bus accident.
He's the last one... found him way off in some shrubs.
He must have been thrown on impact.
Okay, this could be our guy, Ian Robinson.
Take him to Trauma Two.
Let's hope it's him... it'd be nice to tell Paul we found his son, alive.
Barely.
He's desatting.
Attending, get a GlideScope.
Airway.
Oh, no. No, no, that's surgery. You can't do that in the ER.
Not without attending supervision.
By the time someone gets here, he'll be brain-dead. Get the trach kit.
- Are you sure? - There's no choice.
There is a choice... you could choose to follow protocol.
- The patient would die. - I'm not telling that father
his son is dead for a second time today.
Don't do this.
Stop!
That's normal.
I'll take this photo up to Paul Robinson and confirm he's his son.
Not to point out the obvious here, but you...
are a badass.
Let me see this badass's work.
Surgery performed in the ER
by an arrogant, overconfident, unsupervised resident.
Flawless technique.
Mm, you know how to cut.
But you don't know when not to.
I'm benching you for the day. Clear?
Get him up to my OR.
That's unfair... you saved the patient's life.
Why didn't you say something?
I want to cut tomorrow.
Thank you.
Yeah, we'll work on both of those.
My office sent over Lily's file... did you get it?
Not yet.
Are you sure? Did you check?
- Did they e-mail it? - We don't e-mail
patient files; they're not secure.
Well, let me check the fax.
No fax.
Is the paper tray empty?
Nope, it's full, just waitin' for a fax.
Well, my office sent it over. The problem is on your end.
It's a miracle people make it out of this place alive.
There's one person I wish wouldn't.
Yes, that's my son.
Thank you, Dr. Hawkins.
He's in surgery; you can see him just as soon as he's out.
- Okay. - We need his medical history.
Is he allergic to anything? Medications, food allergies?
Any health conditions I should know about? Heart condition, diabetes?
Let's see, his doctor said that he has low calcium.
Too much tension on my carotid repair. Hold him still.
- Hold him still. - Baseline is hypocalcemic!
The blood transfusion made it worse... he needs calcium!
Okay, well, add calcium to his IV.
What IV? It tore right out of his arm. We don't have access.
I'll put in a new IV. Hold his arm.
- I'll rip his arm out of the socket. - The seizure won't stop
until we get calcium into his veins.
Don't let go, no matter what.
I need access now. There's too much tension...
Almost there. Almost there.
- We're about to have a blowout on our hands. - I'm in.
Pushing calcium now.
Thank you.
It's gonna help with your breathing, Lily, okay?
- Page Dr. Hawkins. - I already paged him.
- Give me the epi. - Nurses can't administer meds
without orders.
Looks like they can.
- Where have you been? - In a stuffy room
with stuffier administrators trying to get them to rehire Nurse Hundley.
Once I pointed out they could be looking at a lawsuit, they caved.
She'll be back in the ER within the hour. She's wheezing.
- What's hanging? - Saline and imipenem.
I just gave her epi.
Stop the imipenem. Open the saline wide. Lily, you're gonna be all right.
I'm gonna sedate you and put in a breathing tube
- to keep your airway open. - What's happening?
I'm here, Lily, and I'm gonna take care of this.
I have to figure out which one of her meds is causing the reaction.
There's... there's so many.
Well, I don't remember her having any sensitivity,
so whatever it is, it's got to be something new.
Her only new med is the imipenem... if it is that, we're screwed.
Is she allergic to any other antibiotics?
Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, hold on.
Her chart only goes back as far as this current admission.
I know, and I've been trying to get it sent over
from Dr. Hunter's clinic since this morning.
They keep insisting they sent it, but it never arrived.
With Lily's infection, I don't want to keep her off
the broad-spectrum antibiotic for long. We need her chart.
Hey, Debbie, can you cover for me for an hour? Can you stay?
- Where you going? - Lane's clinic.
We obviously can't trust them
to get us her chart, so I'm gonna go get it myself.
Just enhance that a bit more.
- What have you found? - Shirley Harris's EUS,
CT and supporting lab work confirm gallbladder cancer.
But the good news is it's early stage and confined in the gallbladder.
So there is a real chance the treatment could be curative for her?
Well, we can certainly reduce the chance of recurrence.
The tumor's located in the neck of the gallbladder.
In order to get clean margins, some of her liver will have to be removed.
- It is tricky. - Tricky?
It's a minefield of blood vessels and bile ducts, and she's anemic.
Clip the wrong vessel, once the bleeding starts,
we might not be able to stop it.
At her advanced age, there's a real chance
she won't make it through surgery... why risk it?
I highly recommend a palliative consult.
Shirley's 80 is a young 80.
More like 60, full of life. Her boyfriend's about to propose to her.
- She has a lot to live for. - If she makes it off the table.
It has been done successfully before.
Cancer?
Gallbladder cancer?
Yes. But because we caught it early,
there's a real chance for a total cure.
With surgery and radiation.
That sounds simple, but I'm guessing maybe it isn't.
The surgery itself is-is complicated.
How complicated?
Could the surgery kill Shirley?
This is a highly aggressive cancer.
Without the surgery, you could have less than a year.
But with the surgery, you can have many more years.
Are you okay?
Shirley, say something.
I might be dying.
And there's only one thing I want to know.
Howie Green...
will you marry me?
You're not supposed to ask me that, Shirley Harris. I'm going to ask you.
Don't be difficult.
- Answer me. - Yes.
I will marry you,
- only if you marry me. - Yes!
I will marry you.
So, how do we make sure this lifesaving surgery doesn't kill me?
- 'Cause I got a wedding to go to. - Yeah.
In the hands of a lesser surgeon,
I wouldn't be as confident, but you're getting the best.
Dr. Randolph Bell has the highest success rate.
The man on the billboards?
Yes. He's our chief of surgery.
Are you sure Dr. Bell is right for this case?
He's done hepatobiliary surgeries many times.
There's no one else here who can touch his record.
It's his record I'm worried about.
His complication rates have risen dramatically lately.
And I only bring this up because I know
attendings aren't always aware of their colleagues.
- Every doctor makes mistakes. - Of course, but this is far beyond.
Conrad, hold on.
I'm gonna speak to you now as a dear friend and mentor.
You're one of the most gifted young residents I know.
Don't sabotage a career that's just beginning.
Doctors must support each other through good times and bad.
You, of all people, should know that.
I'm grateful for all you did for me in the past,
- but I have to speak for my patient. - Shirley's my patient now.
She wants Bell, who's my choice.
Let's all get on the same page with this decision.
Shall we?
Excellent.
? Money, money ? ? I just can't get enough ?
? Dollar, dollar I just can't give it up ?
? Brother, brother, I'm ? ? working overtime... ?
What would it take to get you unbenched?
The inflammation makes it hard to get a good view of the anatomy.
If I were assisting, I could clear the field for you to do that.
Dr. Kays benched you.
You're the chief of surgery. You can unbench me.
I could.
It's a difficult surgery.
What exactly are you implying?
I'm saying your success rate is better when I'm beside you.
I agree with Dr. Kays' assessment.
You have gotten a little full of yourself.
Take the day off.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How can I make your day better? - I'm Nic Nevin, from Chastain.
We're still waiting on Lily Kendall's records.
Yeah, I faxed everything.
Right, um, and I'm sure the problem's on our end,
but since I'm here, if you wouldn't mind just making me a copy...
- Wait in the lobby. - Sure.
Nurse Hundley. You're back!
You're back! Oh...
As much as I love to see a man on his knees,
get up, Dr. Feldman.
This place is a mess.
Allie?
Nic?
- I haven't seen you since... - Nursing school.
- Wait, you're not here for... - Oh, no, no, not a patient.
No, I'm just waiting on some records.
Good. I have to get back to work.
- We should catch up soon. - I would love that.
- All right, I'll see you. - Okay.
Can I help you?
Oh, I was just, uh, admiring the facility.
That treatment room is incredible.
You can treat so many patients at the same time.
Dr. Hunter doesn't want to turn patients away,
so we squeeze in as many as possible.
- Here's the file. - All right,
- let me just make sure it's all here. - It is.
Okay. Well, thank you.
Bye-bye.
Excuse me, Dr. Hunter.
Dr. Pravesh.
I wrote a paper on intraoperative radiation therapy,
so I would love to observe this afternoon.
Well, you're certainly welcome to observe, if there is a procedure.
Medicare hasn't signed off yet.
Let me take that off your plate.
That's industrious. I like that. Be warned,
Medicare doesn't like to approve expensive experimental procedures.
Oh, no worries. I can be very persuasive.
Please. Please don't hang up.
They hung up. Unbelievable.
Or believable.
I'm a physician calling on behalf of Shirley Harris.
Shirley Harris. H-A-R-R...
I cannot hold again, okay? Don't you dare...
Hi, yes. I need approval on an experimental...
Yes, I'll hold. No, I will not hold!
I have been hung up on seven times
and on hold for over an hour and 20 minutes!
There's no code because it is a new procedure.
Without the tumor resection and the adjunct radiation procedure,
the patient will die.
Can you hold on a minute?
You will?
Oh, that's awesome. Oh, I'm so relieved.
Thank you.
Whoa, whoa. Uh, where are you going?
Kitty Hawk.
You have surgery this afternoon. I just got it authorized.
- It took four hours. - Sorry.
Can't make it.
I'll be standing at the birthplace of aviation,
marrying the love of my life.
After our honeymoon, we'll come back and fight the cancer together.
Right now there is a window of time
where the cancer is contained and we can remove it all.
If we wait, the disease will spread.
Dr. Pravesh...
you don't know that the cancer will spread
or if the surgery will kill me,
but I know that when I die,
I will be this man's wife.
We're going to Kitty Hawk.
Wait. Please. What if you could get married and have the surgery today?
We want to be married at Kitty Hawk.
Then I'll bring Kitty Hawk to you.
How'd you score the model airplanes?
Howie has hundreds of them.
So, Irving is a licensed minister?
And willing to write a wedding ceremony filled with airplane puns.
Less surprising.
The photographer?
Publicist. Renata loves a PR moment.
A hospital story with a happy ending.
As long as Bell doesn't kill her on the OR table.
Okay, thank you.
Right, let me know if anything does turn up.
Still trying to identify the poor guy we lost in the ER this morning?
Police are checking missing persons reports.
I don't know what else to do to find out who he is.
You understand we can only save the living ones.
- Right? - Yeah.
But I can't get his family out of my head.
What is this thing?
Some sort of lifesaving playing-card-ectomy?
You should go now.
Mm-hmm.
I'll take it from here, Howie.
To cross this line, you have to be sterile.
I'm so happy you're my wife, Mrs. Green.
Well, get used to it.
I'll see you when I wake up, Mr. Green.
She's in good hands.
Thank you.
- Beautiful incision, Dr. Bell. - Thank you, Jessica. Suction.
Okay. All set.
So we use the Mobetron
because it allows the electrons to precisely deliver radiation
and limit the spread to non-affected organs.
Exactly. We'll give one large fraction dosage.
Well, don't you need a radiation oncologist?
I'm double-boarded.
Blood pressure's dropping, Dr. Bell.
It's fine as a bleeder. It's nothing I can't handle.
- Do you need assistance? - No, I need quiet so I can work.
Vascular clamp.
307.
Run fluids. Wide open.
We're good.
Change the music, something upbeat.
? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ?
All right, we're on.
So, it was a question of anatomy
'cause hers was atypical.
Though it didn't show up on imaging,
the common hepatic artery was not in its normal position.
And a less-experienced surgeon wouldn't have known to look for that.
They would have tied it off like a bleeder, not realizing
they're cutting off the entire blood supply to the liver.
Because I've seen it before,
now I routinely look for it, and that habitual extra precaution,
well, that just helped me avoid a deadly complication.
And now, I believe she has a honeymoon to go on.
Well, I'm certainly happy we had you today, Dr. Bell.
I hear you went to my clinic.
I did.
I did. I was impressed. Beautiful architecture. Inspiring, really.
Mm. You're very dedicated.
A real gem.
Tumor margins clean. Clear nodes.
With my hands and your radiation,
we didn't just buy her more time, we cured her.
You know, I've been married twice.
Had my share of affairs, but I've never really...
had love like that. But that right there is why I do this.
Really?
Would you have done the surgery if Medicare had refused to pay?
No, of course not. I'm not some gung ho resident.
Would you?
Top Ramen got me through my residency.
I'm serious. It took me years to pay off my student loans.
Yeah.
Now...
we're the best at what we do.
We save lives.
- We deserve to be paid for it. - Amen.
Great to see you back.
It's good to be seen, Dr. Hawkins.
Don't know what you said to convince them to rehire
some old ER nurse, but thanks. I owe you a beer.
I'd say it's the other way around.
- This place is a wreck without you. - I heard today was a rough one.
It's a good thing you were here to take over.
Which reminds me.
A janitor turned this in.
He found it on the floor.
Might belong to your John Doe.
_
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hello?
This is Dr. Conrad Hawkins at Chastain Park Memorial.
Is this Erik's mom?
I have some bad news.
Your son came into our ER today after an accident.
He had a head injury that was very serious.
We did everything possible,
but unfortunately, we couldn't save him.
What do you say we get away together for a few days? Just us.
That sounds nice. Where are you thinking?
I don't know.
Kitty Hawk.
If we're gonna take time off work, we have to go someplace good.
All right. Wherever you want to go.
As long as I'm with you.
Kauai.
Just tell me when.
Oh, don't leave. Come back here.
Let me get my computer. I need to work.
So what are you working on?
This is my own thing.
A group of people not far from here got some rare sickness.
They think it has something to do with the drinking water.
Who knows. Could be the next Flint, Michigan.
If it is, I'm going to find the story.
I'm proud of you.
Proud of you.
I'm so glad you called.
Well, it's just so nice to get out for a beer.
And great that you don't have to work late or do a double.
The hours at the clinic are great. I get to help my kid with homework.
I was gonna ask you, um, what it's like to work for Dr. Hunter.
We just had massive budget cuts at Chastain, so you know,
just checking to see if there's any greener grass.
I heard. That sucks.
Um, I like working for Hunter.
I mean, the pay is good, so are the benefits.
She doesn't freak out if I have to take the day off 'cause my kid's sick.
- And it looks like a health spa. - The patients love it.
Well, as much as they can. Cancer's brutal.
You know, I noticed working with her patients at Chastain...
The chemo dosages she uses are really high.
I'm not a doctor, but I know she puts a lot of thought into coming up
with the protocol for each patient. Everyone is unique.
That's terrific.
Yeah.
If you do decide you want to work for Dr. Hunter,
one thing I can tell you is,
she likes everyone who works for her to be discreet.
Maybe that's why it was so difficult
to get a patient file from your office.
I just remembered that my sitter has to leave early tonight, so...
Oh, well, maybe another time.
Sure.
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