Mystery Medical Thriller - Audio Book
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
French (Québécois) North American (Canadian - West) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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icky, called the woman in glasses. The doctor. He was running the belated code, but I could barely hear her above the scream. It rose and felt the tiny room until I struggled not to cover my ears. Everyone else frozen fell silent except Dr Deployed, who grabbed the screaming woman by the arm and jerked her toward the door. Get her out of here! He snapped at the guards in black uniform and then to the blonde ners, Give us a madman! One milligram sublingual to start. The nurse rushed out of the room. The other residents stopped doing CPR. She stood wincing as she straightened her legs after kneeling on the floor and backed away from the body. The rest tech lifted his head from his Ambu bag, and the two staff doctors started arguing literally over. Dr Rachael said body. Dr Deeply said, I already called the time of death, and this is a coroner's case. Any suspicious death in the hospital? Did you make any effort to resuscitate him at all? Courtney, He was dead. Her eyes slid it in contempt. You didn't even try. Did you check his glucose? He was dead. You know that as well as I do, Dr Deployed turned to the rest of the group. We're all upset. We all knew Curtain want to give him our best effort, but it's too late. We can't bring him back. After a few seconds, the group backed away from the body, including the rest tech who stood and let the Ambu bag dangling his hands. Doctor dip! We released his breath. The people who were first on scene need to stay here. His eyes flicked it me and passed on to the crowd. And we'll probably all need to make statements to the police in the corner. Please don't move anything if you can help it. The other residents low voice, rang through the room. You think he was murdered? The crowds murmur, stopped. We all held our breath, waiting for doctor to please answer. He ran a hand through his hair, his blond bangs or dark. It's spiky with sweat. It was sweltering in this locker room set full of people. And was I imagining it? Or behind the deodorant and hairspray? Could I detect the faint stench of death? Sweat trickled in my armpits at last, Doctor deeply said. I don't know, it could have been an accident with this insulin, but we have to treat it like a worst case. The door burst open to men in black bulletproof vests, baby blue shirts and dark navy pants shouldered their way into the room. They were guns and walkie talkies on their belts. The police. I never want to meet the shredded Today. Quebec. The only time they make the national news is when they shoot young black men for no defensible reason. When I got my match skills that I'd be doing family medicine in Montreal, I thought, I hope they don't shoot me. They didn't regularly mow down young Asian women, but I figured once and balanced always and balanced. And here they were. A stocky Sandy here officer pushed his way to Dr Raj. Aw, the white badge on his arm, said police. I wasn't sure that was the same thing as the show today. Who is in charge here? His English was good laced with the moderate friend Jackson. Dr Dippy said. I am. You are the one who found the body everyone tends to. It was the first time someone had called Dr Rachael a body out loud