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Chapter 896 Orlando

This is a farewell that will probably never be seen again.Although Brunn always criticized his good friend as a nerd, and it was difficult to get funding for the research project.But Bruen knew very well that if a breakthrough was made in the research content of the red-haired man who had begun to bald, it was likely to leave his own name in the history of medicine.

He was proud of his friend, but at the same time felt a little pity for him—Isabella was not an easy girl to deal with.The future married life of the two of them should be very lively.

Riding on his own motorcycle, Bruen was back on the road.There was no clear destination for this journey, he just rode all the way south. The 1965 Harley FLH was an eye-catching baby.Along the way, he was welcomed by countless knight gangs.

Although this group of people who were also riding motorcycles looked vicious, they were actually very simple-minded guys.As long as you ride a motorcycle and enjoy drinking beer and watching football as much as they do, then everyone is a good friend.

Oh yes, there is one more.

Never join a gang that is hostile to them.

Bruen was not without danger on the road.The most dangerous time, a .50 Magnum bullet flew out of his ear.It then hit a parked State Troopers car.

That poor state trooper car didn't even dare to sound its siren, its tires writhing and squealing on the ground, propelling it toward the clearing.A few seconds later, the area where the police cars were originally parked was run over by hundreds of large-displacement motorcycles, accompanied by bursts of gunfire.

Fortunately, minutes later, Bruhn and his poor Harley were racing across the state line.The Georgia Cavaliers had a tacit understanding and stopped in the north.Watch as Bruen races down the highway.Seconds later, dozens of bullet holes appeared on the Florida sign.When you add in the Cavaliers yelling "son of a bitch," that's the standard Georgian greeting for Florida.

Heading south along Highway [-], Brunn came to Orlando.He had three interviews in medical cities around Lake Noah.

The most famous medical institution here is the Sanford-Parnum Medical Research Institute.But Bruhn's academic background and this specialized research institution is not very commensurate.His first target was Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital in Orlando.The Children's Hospital has Central Florida's only Children's Level [-] Trauma Center.

If adults are easily intimidated by appearances, then maybe those kids can be a little more tolerant of themselves.It's not that Brunn hasn't considered changing himself from the outside.But muscle is far more difficult to lose than fat.It is difficult for a strong man who is 260 feet 21 inches tall, weighs [-] pounds but has only [-]% fat content to turn himself into a "fragile" doctor.

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Although he was mentally prepared, Bruen really felt hopeless for the first time until now.Palmer Children's Hospital rejected his second interview without even looking at the case he had prepared.The other two hospitals were more accepting of Bruen, but the treatment they proposed was so bad that it made people want to laugh.

He was obviously the attending emergency doctor from Massachusetts General Hospital, but in the Orlando hospital, he could only share the locker with other residents.There is no parking space, and even the salary is exactly the same as that of residents.

But he also undertakes the task of directing residency training for this purpose.

In fact, this is persuasion in disguise.And the reason why these hospitals do this is also very simple.Emergency doctors must rely on hospitals with ER to be employed.They can't even open clinics independently.And with Bruen's looks -- he's unlikely to be the kind of doctor the hospital most wants to recruit.

After three interviews, Brunn hesitated on his motorcycle.Of course, he was not desperate—with the dozens of acres of land left to him by his uncle, he probably wouldn't starve to death as a farmer.But... this is too different from his goal.

During the 11 years, Brunn gradually began to understand what his uncle had experienced back then.Although it was not a war wound on the battlefield, the shooting wounded sent to the emergency department from time to time also made him feel the shock and pain of Rohm back then.

Military doctors are the most contradictory group in the world.They work for violent institutions, but their job is to save lives from the "products" produced by violent institutions.Such rifts are even more acute in times of invasion—a soldier's first duty is to obey orders.But as he invaded Vietnam across the Pacific Ocean, Rohm must have wondered in his own head more than once, "Why are we here to fight?"

If you think about a question dozens of times over and over again, people will become in a trance.If you think about it thousands of times in a few years... it's no wonder that Roma would use alcohol and drugs to numb himself after returning to China.

Bruen was sitting on the motorcycle with a helpless expression on his face, while a bald old man with a pipe in his mouth slowly walked over and talked to Bruen, "You look confused."

"That's right." Bruen replied with a wry smile, "As an attending doctor in the emergency department of Massachusetts General Hospital, but was rejected by three hospitals in Orlando for interviews, anyone who encounters such a thing will feel a little confused."

"Are you a doctor? Or a nurse?" The old man raised his eyebrows, and folds formed one after another on his forehead.He clicked his mouth twice, and a lot of smoke came out from his shriveled lips. "You really don't look like a...medical worker."

"No serial killer looks like a bad guy," Brune replied. "I always thought Reagan looked gay."

"Appearances will deceive us, but facts won't." The old man nodded approvingly, and then asked, "Since none of the three hospitals intend to hire you, where do you plan to work next?"

"Or... go back to Texas." Bruen sighed, "It seems good to go back to my hometown."

"Ah, Texas. That's a good place." The old man nodded, and then asked, "However, since you're planning to go home, would you like to come to my place for a try?"

Bruen glanced at the old man, then shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm not interested in working in the library."

"I'm running an NGO organization, and the main job content is to provide regular tour medical services for residents in the Caribbean." The old man handed Brun a business card, which read "Jarvis Tyner ", and the name of an institution called "Red Caribbean". "The salary is not too high, but the work is not very busy." He looked at the motorcycle under Brunn's buttocks and smiled, "There is enough time for you to travel by bike."

　Today's 8K update should be released before [-]:[-] pm.

　　The 2nd should still be an 8K update, the 3rd is hard to say, I will write and see.Due to the requirements of the explosive update mechanism, it seems that it will be a loss if the writing is not enough...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)