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Chapter 470 Black Humor
medical center.

Emergency room.

When Adam was about to go to Matthew and the others, another ambulance had already arrived.

So I can only give up.

I think Matthew Lily and the others should have left too.

"Doctor Duncan!"

The nurse is calling over there.

"what's the situation?"

Adam greeted him immediately.

"12-year-old male with multiple gunshot wounds to the legs and abdomen. We arrived quickly with maximum IV drip."

The emergency personnel pushed the bed and quickly reported the situation.

"Two liters of infusion, no pulse can be detected."

"Hurry up and push him into the No. 1 consultation room."

Adam ordered while trotting to observe the condition.

"Prepare type O blood! Hang up the blood transfusion!"

"Do hemoglobin and red blood cell backlog tests!"

"Oh my god!"

The nurse responded quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy on the operating table and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Drive shooting?"

A nurse couldn't help asking.

"No!"

The first responder who had already handed over the task panted, "The drug deal has collapsed, the black list."

"But he's only 12 years old?"

The nurse couldn't believe it.

"When he was found, he had a [-]mm submachine gun and a Luger on him."

The first responders said a word and left.

They do first aid, but also to see the business volume, race against time!

Hearing this, Adam glanced at the boy's dark complexion and sighed inwardly.

The welfare here in the United States is amazing.

It is vividly shown in the American drama Shameless.

If there is any strange disease, such as crowd phobia, I dare not go out.

As long as it is approved by the doctor, you can receive a benefit.

With this benefit, not working is not a problem at all.

There are also childbirth, adoption of children, and monthly welfare payments.

As long as a shameless person has enough children, he can live a decent life on the welfare of these children.

Anyway, even the homeless are supported by various charities.

Even if the food and clothing are poor, they will not die of hunger anyway.

Shameless people don't have to take care of those children except to get welfare money every month.

Even if those children are up to date, they can work part-time to earn money at a young age.

As a father, he can still snatch the money over to enjoy himself.

This kind of shameless guy is talking about old white men.

When it was the turn of African-Americans, a magical scene happened.

A normal African-American family cannot receive welfare benefits even if there are many children.

Unless it's a single parent family.

And it can only be the kind that a mother raises a child.

My father can't even pretend to leave home, and there will be random checks at any time.

Once the father is found at home, there will be no welfare benefits.

emmm.

It seems to encourage African-American men to go out and hang out.

I will support your wife.

However, there is no father in a family, and only the mother is raising them. Even if there is welfare money, the mother still has to go out to work in order to better raise a group of children.

At this time, this group of unattended children had been living in the streets since childhood.

Even if they couldn't meet their father, they still met their father's kind, uncles.

So, what their uncles did, they did when they were young.

And on the street, what can you do?

Thus, this forms a vicious circle.

Few African-American children can break free from this stable vicious circle.

What Adam was rescuing obviously wasn't.

At the age of 12, he had a submachine gun in one hand and a Luger in the other. How could he read and write with a pen in his hand?
Even if they want to study at first, do they have the money?

It takes years of hard work to bear fruit.

But depravity is just a matter of a gun.

Few adults can have such a qualitative, let alone children.

Thinking about these things in his mind, Adam was still trying his best to rescue him.

Once stabilized, it will be sent to the operating room immediately.

Although surgery can also be performed here, it cannot be compared with the operating room in terms of disinfection environment and sufficient equipment.

However, considering the nature of first aid, it is also normal.

Outside the clinic.

There is one more visitor in the emergency department.

"What's the matter with you?"

John Carter changed his clothes and was about to go back to have a big fight: braised pig's trotters!
When I checked in at the nurse station, I noticed the visitor and couldn't help asking.

It's not that he is meddlesome, but that he is kind.

Because the other party was an African-American kid in his teens, wearing a red hat and a tattered sports jacket that he picked up from some adult. It was so bloated that it was almost dragged to the ground.

I saw this African-American boy looking around, as if looking for someone.

Carter saw it and naturally wanted to help.

But the boy didn't seem to hear it, so he continued to look here and there.

"Are you looking for parents?"

Carter exclaimed.

The boy still didn't respond, he opened the curtain in the middle of the large ward, took a look and left.

"Hi!"

Carter caught up and patted the boy on the shoulder.

But then he froze there.

Because what greeted him was not the boy's smiling face or bewilderment, but a black muzzle.

The African-American boy casually took out a pistol from his ridiculously large coat and pointed it at him.

What sent chills down his spine was the boy's expressionless look.

This is an extreme indifference full of disregard for life.

Carter didn't dare to move.

He had no doubts that the boy dared to shoot.

"Oh, my God!"

"Little brat, don't get in the way... ah!"

The African-American boy simply had a showdown and walked forward with a gun in his hand.

Whenever you meet a person and take aim at the gun, the other person is either silent or terrified.

The same thing is not daring to move, not even daring to shout.

African-American boys have seen and walked through such a consultation room, a consultation room!
Finally came to the consultation room where Adam and the others were.

"Who let you in..."

When the African-American boy came in through the door, the emergency nurse subconsciously reprimanded him, and then stopped there.

The moment the other party came in, Adam passively entered the bullet time.

Glancing at the other party, he immediately judged that the other party had the intention to shoot.

Although the gun is aimed at the patient on the operating table.

But Adam still decided to shoot.

At the critical moment, the clip in Adam's hand was thrown out heavily by Adam.

Under the bullet time, the African-American boy with the gun just touched the trigger with his fingers.

After Adam accelerated the clip, it hit the African-American boy's arm holding the gun like a cannonball.

"Humph!"

A muffled grunt came from the African-American boy's mouth.

For pain, a ten-year-old child showed amazing tolerance.

There was only a slight frown on his expressionless face.

Even so, the pistol had already fallen to the ground following the conditioned reflex of the palm of his hand.

Under the heavy bombardment, the arm holding the gun was slightly twisted and definitely fractured.

Adam ran from the operating table and reached out to grab the other hand of the African-American boy who was still trying to get the gun back under the circumstances.

The powerful force imprisoned the opponent.

But facing the opponent's unyielding and indifferent eyes, Adam hit the opponent's neck with a knife, and knocked the opponent unconscious with just the right amount of force.

"Notify security."

Adam kicked the pistol under the table and quickly returned to the operating table.

"We continue."

　Ps: I have something to do tonight, sorry!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)