American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1358 Seeking Medical Treatment
"Speaking of health issues, I wonder if you are free to accompany me to the hospital today." After handing the folder in his hand to Jack, Finch took out a pager and flashed it at Jack.

The name "pager" may sound unfamiliar to some people, but if you just say "BP machine", most people born before 1995 may have some impression of it.

In the era when mobile phones were not yet popular, the streets were full of people carrying this small device on their waists, looking for landlines when they heard the beep.

For the Seres, this thing, like the "Xiaolingtong" that appeared later, gradually faded from the public's memory. Many people are even so forgetful that they don't remember that mobile phones once had replaceable batteries.

However, in the United States and some other parts of the world, due to the instability of mobile phone networks and certain considerations, pagers are considered irreplaceable in certain specific application scenarios and regions.

For example, hospitals, casinos, underground parking lots, and some "business people" who are extremely concerned about privacy.

After all, pagers are not as highly dependent on mobile networks and signal towers as mobile phones, and they can usually work normally even in the event of a sudden natural disaster.

Therefore, many doctors in Europe, America and many areas with underdeveloped infrastructure, especially residents, may not carry their mobile phones 24 hours a day, but they will definitely carry a pager with them so that patients or hospitals can contact them in an emergency.

Therefore, the act of a certain country installing explosives in "pagers" and launching indiscriminate attacks was pure terrorism.

When Jack first saw the pager in Finch's hand, he was a little confused. But when he opened the folder in his hand, he suddenly realized that the number given by the "machine" this time was a female doctor.

Pagers are not easy to hack into due to their simple functions, let alone track and locate, so this time Finch can only replace the one the other person is using with an identical Xibei one, so as to ensure that no messages are missed and to ensure that the other party can be accurately located.

Megan Tillman, 30, graduated from Columbia Medical School with top honors, has never taken a day off since she became a resident, is single, and lives alone.

"So this person is the victim this time?"

This is all the information someone has found after working overtime all night. Jack closed the thin folder and said jokingly, "Can your machine also warn of things like 'death from overwork'? Not only does this doctor never miss work, he even spends more than 80 hours in the hospital every week."

"It's best not to jump to conclusions, Agent Tawole. Although a doctor's duty is to save lives, it's just as easy for him to kill people." Finch obviously still remembered the case not long ago.

They initially thought a female assistant prosecutor was a victim, but it turned out that she was a criminal in cahoots with the corrupt police.

"Then let's go visit Dr. Tillman first. To be honest, I'm a little scared of such a workaholic doctor. If she is really a suspect and the victims are her patients, then the number must be huge."

As Jack spoke, he helped Finch pick up the suit jacket hanging on the hanger next to him and made a gesture of invitation.

“There’s no need to be so pessimistic. I briefly reviewed her medical records and found no complaints or malpractice lawsuits. Patients described her as friendly and popular.

So at least we can confirm that she is a very responsible doctor." Finch replied with a wry smile.
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Responsible doctors seemed to be equated with being overly busy. Jack and Finch waited in the hospital for nearly three hours before they saw Dr. Megan Tillman.

"Mr. Davidson in Ward 8 needs a CBC (complete blood count), EKG (electrocardiogram), and chest X-ray.

The child in No. 5 needs to be cleaned and sutured. He has a laceration on his head, and the wound is about four centimeters. That's it for now, thank you."

As the bed isolation curtain was pulled open, a pretty female doctor with blonde hair tied into a bun appeared in front of the two.

"Hi!" She raised her hand and greeted the two of them.

"I can see that you are really busy. To be honest, I didn't want to come to the hospital today." Finch, who was sitting on the hospital bed, raised his hand and greeted the other party. Jack, who was standing behind him, also smiled and nodded.

The female doctor was about to say something when the pager on her waist beeped twice. She picked it up and took a look, then casually placed it on the small table beside the bed and greeted again with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I'm Dr. Tillman."

"Hello."

"Good ole belly." Jack and Finch shook hands with her respectively, with a very polite attitude.

Jack noticed that the female doctor had a very warm smile. Just as Finch had said before, she was the kind of doctor who could easily make patients feel trust and friendliness at first sight.

Dr. Tillman's eyes stayed on Jack's face for less than half a second before he focused on the medical records Finch brought. "Your reason for seeking medical treatment is back pain."

Finch glanced at the pager on the table without showing any emotion, and the fake smile on his face was a little stiff. "It's like this, my doctor went on vacation to the Caribbean, and then because of the recent well-known reasons, his booked flight was cancelled, and he can't come back for a while.

I'm just here to get some more pain medication."

Seeing the female doctor looking at him again, Jack opened his mouth and briefly added, "Although my uncle has an old injury, he rarely takes painkillers, but it has been raining for two consecutive days, you know."

Dr. Tillman nodded slightly and then ticked a few boxes on the diagnosis report.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when she lowered her head, Finch turned his head and looked at Jack. His eyes were wide open behind the thick lenses of his glasses, as if he was questioning why Jack did not follow the script they had agreed on in advance and changed from a younger brother who accompanied him to see the doctor to a nephew.

Jack thought to himself, looking at your hairline, no one would believe you if you said you were his brother, there is obviously a generation gap between them.

The moment the female doctor raised her head, the two ended this brief eye contact.

“Okay, on a pain scale from one to five, what’s your level?” Dr. Tillman asked.

"When it's good, it's around three, but like my nephew said, it's not been very good these past two days." Finch's acting was as stiff as his fake smile, but fortunately he didn't need any acting skills for this kind of thing, and he didn't need to pretend to have back pain at all.

Dr. Tillman tested Finch's grip strength, took out two CT films from the information bag and clamped them on the viewing light. The fixators connecting three cervical vertebrae were clearly visible.

"Wow, I noticed you had a spinal fusion. About. Two or three years ago?"

"Yes." Finch dropped his eyes.

"If you have long-term back pain, I suggest removing the implant. Other treatments may be better." Tillman said thoughtfully as he looked at the CT scan.

Finch did not answer. It was obvious that he was well aware of the risks. Removing the implant might make him feel better, but there was also the risk of paralysis.

Someone who is a half-forensic doctor and can obviously understand CT scans explained, "My uncle is a timid person. He is more afraid of being confined to a wheelchair than enduring the pain."

Finch straightened his back and pretended to be in unbearable pain, but Dr. Tillman was not moved at all, and his expression was even a little serious. "How did you get injured?"

"That's a really long story." Finch couldn't help but look at Jack for help, indicating that he really couldn't handle it.

(End of this chapter)