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- Richard, was it
the first time 2.0

was being used on a patient?

We were able to remove
the patient's tumor.

And we're optimistic
for his future.

- I'm not taking my
son's kidney, Hannah.

- Donating could be a really
positive experience for him.

- If you turn out to be
a match, I won't say no.

- I was wanting you
to meet my brother.

- So tell me doctor, you deal
with any crazy people today?

- Pavel.

- I didn't mean to offend.

- I was meeting
with a headhunter.

I have a bad feeling
about the direction

that Jack is taking us.

- Jack, he got the votes.

We are now a
for-profit hospital.

- Hello, Daniel.

- Hoping I'd run into
you. Walk you out?

- Your desk, bottom
drawer, left you a treat.

- You didn't have to do that.

- We don't get to see
each other during the day.

It's my way of
feeling close to you.

- Ah, the esteemed Dr. Charles,
Chicago's very own Carl Jung.

- Pavel, how you doing?

- Fine.

Hurry, Liliana. Get in.

Let's not keep him.
He must be very busy.

- Just a minute.

I'm sorry.
- It's OK.

- Pavel can be rude.

He was a lawyer back in Poland.

And he has had a
hard time finding

a career here in America.

I think he feels...

- Left behind.
- Yes.

- Yeah, it's hard.

- Making jokes is
just his frustration.

He has a big heart.

Have a good day, Daniel.

- Morning, Sharon.

- Hey, Maggie, good morning.

- You know that recruiter
that I met with last week?

Well, she may be calling
you for some references.

- You're really doing
this, leaving Med?

- Well, just testing the waters.

- And what would it take
to make you stop testing?

- You got a time machine?

Take Med back to when
patients came before profits?

- All right. I get it.

I'll let you know
if someone calls.

- Thank you.

- I wish you didn't have to
take a day off work for this.

I feel bad.

- Testing to see if I
can give you my kidney

kind of trumps
parking a few cars.

- Hmm.
- Hey guys.

Big day.

You ready, Sean?

- I'm cool.

He's a nervous wreck.
- Mm.

I'm grateful.

My job as a dad is
being there for you.

And you being there for me

is even more trying
than I thought.

Oh, thank God.

I'm needed in the ED.

- Mm. Too much
emotion for you, Dean?

- Yeah, way, way too much.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Dr. Asher. Just
the usual chai tea?

- Yes, please.
Thank you, Carly.

- Sean.

You sure I can't
get you a coffee?

- Ah, not today. Just water.

- OK.

- I think Carly just
gave you flirty eyes.

Is there, like,
something-something

brewing between you two?
- Just friends.

- Oh.

Because smart, kind, and super
cute are just not your type.

- No, that's my type.
- Mm.

- Mine's just somewhere
else right now.

What if I'm not a donor match?

- Then we'll figure
something else out.

- Good morning. Good morning.

- So are the rumors true?

- What rumors?

- The rehab clinic
going part-time.

The dialysis center
possibly shutting down.

- Oh, those rumors.

Well, maybe.

New mandate says that if a
department is losing money,

it could be on the
chopping block.

Well, what about the ED?

- I don't know.

- Maggie, need some help.

- Talk to me.

- Name's Jan Dover, 30s,
single vehicle crash,

low impact, backed
into a light pole.

GCS 15, laceration
on her left palm.

Appears slightly jaundiced,

and has some very
interesting theories

about the medical
industrial complex.

- Ma'am, please. It's policy.

- What about my autonomy?

Am I not allowed to govern
my own health and wellness?

- She was a little
rattled at the scene.

I think that's why
she didn't fight us

getting into the ambo.

But now that the shock's
worn off, she won't come out.

- OK. Let me see
what I can do.

Thank you, Cesar.

Hi, Jan.

I'm Maggie.

I'm a nurse here at Chicago Med.

- I know what you're going to
ask, and I'm not going inside.

- Well, the thing is
you're already here.

And your hand, it looks
like it needs stitches.

- Oh, it's fine.
- Well, let's confirm that.

And then we'll send
you on your way.

They've got you
on the payroll, don't they?

- I'm sorry. Who's they?

- The pharmaceutical companies.

All you
nurses are on the take.

- I can assure you,
I'm not on any take.

- No. I've read about it.

And I know that the minute
I walk through that door,

you're going to inject
me with a virus.

And I will spend
the rest of my life

paying for overpriced
medications.

You'll get a cut, and
your pals at big pharma

will make a fortune
keeping me alive.

Told you.

- OK.

Jan, I'm not sure where
you got your information.

But if you come inside
with me, maybe we can...

- No. I'm not going anywhere.

- She's very distrustful
of hospitals, paranoid,

maybe even delusional.

And she says her
name is Jan Dover.

- It sounds like a variation
on Jane Doe, doesn't it?

- Exactly. And she's
been white knuckling

those handles ever
since they got here.

By the way, her
hand's been bleeding.

That lac must be deep
and hurt like hell.

- Is she angry? Combative?

- No, she's just terrified and
thinks we're going to hurt her

and has a ton of internet
research to back it up.

- You know, COVID
with all the isolation

and loneliness really amplified
the conspiracy theories

in general, made
the medical system

in particular an easy target.

Jan, how you doing?
I'm Dr. Charles.

- A psychiatrist. Here we go.

- What do you mean?

- Medicine's answer for
people who don't play along

is call them crazy.

- Jan, we just met, OK?

The only thing I know about
you is that you're losing

a lot of blood, and we gotta...

We gotta take a
look at that hand.

- And I appreciate that,
but I already told her

that I am not going
inside the hospital.

It is too dangerous.
- How so?

- X-rays, gamma rays,
infrared radiation.

I mean, we can keep chatting
if you can fix those.

- Oh, well, we actually
have a protocol for that.

- You do?
- Yeah. Trust me.

You are not the first person
to come into this hospital

with that set of concerns.

OK. Fine then.

- Great.

Wheelchair, please.

- We have a protocol for the
electromagnetic spectrum?

- We do now.

By the way, she
is very jaundiced.

- It could be something serious.

- Yeah.

So look, in order to actually
get her into a treatment room,

I'm going to ask you to get
with the X-ray techs, OK?

And here's what I want
you to ask them for.

- Tim, how long has your
stomach been bothering you?

- A few weeks or so.

It's mostly when I eat.

- Yeah? And how
does it feel now?

Mild, sharp?

- Kind of like
indigestion or bloating,

but then... then last night it
just... it got a little worse.

- Seriously, Tim?
A little worse?

He woke up from a
dead sleep screaming.

He had tears in his eyes.
- Pam.

My wife overshares
when she's nervous.

- And my husband downplays
when he's in pain.

Can you tell we've
been married forever?

- That's all good. OK.

So 1 to 10, how's
the pain feel now?

That's like
a 6 or 7 right there.

- Nope. Downplaying.
That's a 10 face.

I see it every time
we have a stair day.

- Stair day?

- Our resolution for 2023
was to lose weight, get fit.

And one of our
workouts is walking

the stairs in our building.

- She... she makes it
sound like it's a mid-rise.

It's not even close.
It's 35 stories.

- Well, he never makes
it past the eighth floor.

Meanwhile, I make it
to the top every time,

and I haven't lost a pound.

Tim here's lost 22.
- 24.

Yeah, I don't know. It
must be my metabolism.

- Or it's whatever's going
on with your stomach,

and if that's the
case, I want it too.

- You can have it.
- OK, well,

we'll give you something
to take the edge off, OK?

Uh, 25 of fentanyl
and a GI cocktail.

Also, order an upright
and flat abdominal X-ray

and a CT abdomen and pelvis.

OK. Just take
some deep breaths.

It'll help with the pain.

- George, a minute?

- Sharon. Of
course, of course.

Just sketch in the aquarium.

I'll be right back.

- An aquarium?

I thought we were only
taking over a couple of rooms

for this new VIP build.

- Well, demand was much
greater than expected.

So at the 11th hour,

Jack decided to take
the entire floor.

- But this is the
geriatrics unit.

Did he even consider
those patients?

- Well, the plan is
to fold geriatrics

into the orthopedic.

- Oh, so that's the plan, huh?

- Clearly, word
didn't get to you.

- Well, clearly.

- I'm so sorry, Sharon.

It must have been an oversight.

Since turning for-profit,
there have been

dozens of new voices in the mix.

And it's really gummed up
the lines of communication.

- Well, un-gum them.

Because I will not be
left out of the loop

in my own hospital.

- Well, anything further,

and I will notify you myself.

- Good.

- How far do we have to go?

- Uh, just number three
down here on the right.

These poor people,

staring at me, yet
they have no idea

how dangerous this place is.

All the things they're
being exposed to.

You know, I used to be like them

till I discovered the truth.

- The truth?

What, um, what exactly
do you mean by that?

- Jan, every machine that
could be removed has been,

and the equipment
that we couldn't

has been draped with a lead vest

like the one that
you're wearing.

And the walls have
been insulated

with anti-radiation blankets.

- Wow.

You did this fast.
- Yeah.

Protocol, right?

- Here we go.

- Fine. OK.

Jan, that's Tracy.

Be right back.

- Well, she's in.
- Yeah.

Hopefully she's comfortable
enough to let us fix her hand,

but we really got to
figure out this jaundice.

- How we going to do that?

She's taking every tool
we've got out of play.

- Richard, Vickie.

- Dr. Halstead.
- How you been?

- Wonderful.

Last week, he was five
months cancer-free.

- That's fantastic.

- I only wish you could
have treated my clumsiness.

I think I busted my ankle.

- Yeah. I can see
that. What happened?

- Oh, I tripped going
down the stairs.

I've been icing it for a week,

but it's not getting
any better.

Vickie made me come in.

- I need him in walking shape.

We're going to Machu
Picchu next month,

hiking the Inca trail.

- We got time back that I
never thought we'd have.

We're trying to
make the most of it.

- That's wonderful.

We'll get some X-rays, but I
suspect it's just a sprain.

- Oh, that's good to hear,

considering last
time we were here.

Thank God for OR 2.0.

- Yeah, Richard, you
were its first patient.

Your success was a
real inspiration.

- Oh, shoot, honey, I
left my cell in the car.

Do you mind grabbing it for me?
- Sure.

I'll be right back.

Oh, God.

- Richard, you all right?

- I needed her to
leave for a minute.

What's going on?

- I tripped because
I've been weak.

There's a dull pain in my belly,

and I haven't had an appetite.

The cancer's back. I know it.

- Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

We'll run some tests
and go from there.

So I assume Vickie doesn't know.

- I can't bring
myself to tell her.

Since my surgery, we've
been living our best lives.

She's so happy.

I don't want to
take that from her.

- I understand.

- Free fluid and free
air in my abdomen?

What does that mean?

- That there's a hole
somewhere in your intestine

or your stomach.
- From what?

- Could be a perforated ulcer.

It might be something
sharp that you swallowed.

Honestly, I won't be sure
until I get in there.

- Get in there?
You mean surgery?

- Yeah.

Leak in the GI tract needs
to be addressed immediately.

- But he'll be all right?
- Yes.

It's a routine operation.
There's a waiting room.

We also have a
café, if you like.

- I don't know. I...
I want to be close.

- Pam, honey, you know what?
Why don't you take a walk?

You love this time of
year, nice weather.

You can get your steps in.

- I guess the fresh air
might do me some good.

Quell the nerves.

- Sure. OK. So we're
good here? Yeah?

All right, well, I'll
change my scrubs,

and I'll get the techs to bring
you upstairs to pre-op holding.

- OK.
- OK?

- Hi.

- Sweetie, you need to let go.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry. We'll
keep you updated

throughout the entire operation.

- Thank you.

- Oh, and another one...

Vaccines.

You want to know
who they're helping,

just look at the
sponsor behind it.

- Hey, a lot of people have
problems with vaccines,

you know? It's a
complicated issue.

- Exactly.

I didn't think you
would understand.

- Really important for
somebody in my position

to keep an open mind.

Refreshing.

- You know, Jan, I'm noticing
some skin discoloration.

- Oh, it's just the
fluorescent lights in here.

- You know, it could be.

But it also might be jaundice.

You mind if I just take
a tiny bit of blood,

do a couple of very
simple blood tests?

- Yes, I mind very much.

- Got it. Understood.

You were saying?

Oh, HIV.

I read a very persuasive
article basically saying

that they intentionally dusted
it over low-income communities

as a form of population control.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

I mean, people wanted to blame
the Reagan administration,

you know, the FBI, but
the research I've done

points to the CIA.

- What kind of research?
I'm just curious.

- I mean, written literature,
podcasters, YouTubers.

But I prefer online forums

because people are always
sharing information.

- So, um, I mean, do
you have, like a...

A favorite forum that
you could show me?

- Yeah, I don't know.

- Look, I will draw
my own conclusions.

It's just the more
up-to-the-minute stuff

I have access to, the better.

No big deal.

- OK. Um...

All right.

Look at this thread.

It talks about the scanners
that they use in hospitals.

- We're seeing that, yeah.

- Mm-hmm. CTs, ultrasounds,
especially MRIs,

and how they inject
dangerous hydrogen protons

into the body.
- Wow.

- Hospitals kill people.

They kill them.

OK. We had a good chat, but...

Look, you seem like a
nice guy, but I would, um,

I would really like
to go home now.

- Got it. Um, let
me just quickly

go find somebody
to stitch you up.

- No, no, no, no.
I don't think so.

- That's a deep wound, OK?

I mean, we don't close it up,
it's going to keep bleeding.

And what I really
don't want to happen

is that it gets infected.
- No, no.

I'll keep it clean.

- You want to risk having
your hand infected?

You could lose it.

- OK. Fine.

But no scans, no IVs,
just a needle and thread.

And then you let me go.

- Deal.

Back in a flash.

- Mags?

- Yeah.
- Find Zack.

Have him stitch up her hand.
- She's gonna let us treat her?

- Just the hand,
not the jaundice.

- Well, that's a start.
What about her mental state?

- You know, conspiracy theories

are not necessarily
connected to any kind of

paranoid personality disorder.

I mean, certainly
not in Jan's case.

- And she's what?
Just gullible?

- I'd say more like
a combination of...

I don't know... Lonely
and prone to persuasion.

I'm really starting to
think that something bad

happened to her in a hospital.

- That makes sense. How
do we get past that?

Because I'm concerned
that her jaundice

means that her liver's failing.
- Yeah, I mean, look.

She wouldn't let me
draw blood, all right?

Scans are out of the question.

So I guess we're just going
to have to go with, you know,

her medical history.

- Well, we don't even have that.

We don't even have her name.
- It's Jacqueline Warner.

She handed me her phone.

- The settings trick
that I taught you.

- Anyway, it's not
going to take Zack

that long to stitch her up,

but she's already
asking to leave, so...

- Don't worry. I'll
buy you some time.

- Thank you.
- Got you.

- Vickie, Richard.

- Dr. Marcel?
- Nice to see you both.

- Yeah, it's nice
to see you too.

- Yeah.
- I don't understand.

You're a surgeon.

You said it was just a sprain.

Richard, what's going on?

- The cancer's back, isn't it?

- I'm afraid so.

CT scan showed multiple
lesions in your liver.

- So it metastasized.

It spread from my pancreas.

- Yes.

- Richard.

You knew something was wrong.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I wanted to.

But I... I also just
didn't wanna face it.

These last few months,

the way you laugh
at my dumb jokes,

burn my toast on the edges.

I've fallen for
you all over again.

- You beat cancer once.

You can beat it again.
- No, honey.

I'm a science guy. The
odds of that happening...

- Are good.

Richard, OR 2.0
knows your body.

It's been learning and
improving with every surgery

it's done since yours.

Now, don't get me wrong.

This procedure you need now,
high-frequency ablation,

it's a delicate operation.

But 2.0 has all the tools.

- But a... a third
lease on life?

Really?

- I believe so.

OK.

Let's do it again.

- Good.

- Thank you both.
- Yeah.

- Here we go.

Perforated ulcer on
the anterior surface

of the first portion
of the duodenum.

Got some undigested
food remnants, lavage.

- Betcha it's corn
and green beans.

- Close.

Corn and cauliflower.

- I was going to
say cauliflower.

- All right. Uh,
suction, please.

Let's move on to
the omental patch,

3-0 silk suture.

Whoa!

- What the hell was that?
- That's a tapeworm.

- Where the hell did it go?

- That's a good question.

Look at that.

- Booked the whole day for
one person's pacemaker?

- Apparently, Jack has
decided to rent out OR 2.0.

As long as you have the
money, you can reserve it

for as long as you want.

- I know this is unorthodox,

but when Jack started
analyzing revenue streams...

- No, he's selling
seats on a rocket ship,

making up rules only his
rich pals can play by.

- OK. Right now, I need a
solution for my patient.

Rich is ready for surgery,

and this other guy
is still in Colorado.

- And my priority
is patient care,

and I'm not going to
have an operating room

held hostage by Jack Dayton.

Start your surgery.

- Wait. Just hold on.
Jack's already made it clear

that he's no longer
subsidizing 2.0.

We sure Evans can pay?

- Are you kidding me?

We're talking
about a man's life.

- Dr. Halstead,
the way I see it,

Mr. Evans's initial
surgery was pro bono,

so we can consider this
a necessary follow-up

and forgive the bill.

Start your surgery, Dr. Marcel.

- Thank you.
- You know, Jack's ideas,

chasing profits
for the hospital,

it only widens the gap.

It's not right.

- Wow.

I got to let Jack
know what's going on.

- No, no, no, no. You
let me tell him myself.

We're going to keep this
line of communication direct.

- Dr. Charles, Zack's
finished stitching Jan up.

And I've stalled all that I can.

She's antsy, and she
wants out of here.

- OK, well, I'm
starting to see why.

Nothing glaring in Jan's chart,

but it turns out her sister,
Deborah, was seen at East Mercy

right before the pandemic
for a broken arm.

Upon examination, they discover
aggressive pancreatic cancer.

She's dead in a month.

- So in Jan's mind, her sister
went into the hospital healthy,

had a bunch of scanning tests,

and came out with
a terminal disease?

- Exactly.

She has this sudden
catastrophic loss,

and she's furious and
looking for someone to blame.

- Oh, my God.

Jaundice is a symptom
of pancreatic cancer.

Isn't it hereditary?
- Yes.

And it was killing her sister

before she even knew she had it.

Same thing could be
happening to Jan.

- She needs a full workup now.

What are we going to do?
- OK, look.

I'm going to dive back into
these sites, these forums,

see if I can find something
that we can connect on.

In the meantime,
start the discharge,

but slow roll it for me.

- OK. Work fast.

- All right, Trini, I'm
back. What do we got?

- Nothing.
- Seriously?

- Since we stopped taking
walk-ins without insurance,

numbers are down.

- Well, we can't do
that. It's illegal.

I don't know.

I guess we're only taking
true emergencies now.

- I know you've been
waiting a long time.

And I'm sorry, sir.

They'll be able to
help you at East Mercy.

- We turning him away because
he doesn't have insurance?

- Yeah.

- Excuse me, sir.

I'm Dr. Halstead.
What's going on?

- Gout's flaring up again.

- I'm sorry. I know
that's painful.

How about your
chest? Any pain?

- What? No.

- Are you sure?
'Cause if you do,

well, that'd be
considered an emergency,

and we'd have to treat you here.

So no chest pain?

- I might have a slight
feeling of tightness.

- Well, in that case,
let's get you checked out.

- OK, what do you feel?

We got grilled cheese,
dim sum, pizza.

- Any of them. I'm starving.

I had to fast for
the blood test,

then no time to eat
before the scans started.

- Any idea when the
results come in?

- Well, they said
a couple of days.

Probably going to feel
like weeks though.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Are you hurt? What...
- I... I don't know.

I was just walking, and then
all of a sudden my stomach...

OK, all right.

Help me get her to the
bench. What's your name?

- Pam.
- Pam, I'm Dr. Asher.

That's Sean.
- Thank you.

- Is it OK if I feel your belly?

- Yes.
- Yeah? OK.

- My... my husband's
in surgery right now

for a hole in his intestine.

Could I... could I
have the same thing?

- Sorry.
- OK.

- It's OK. Squeeze
as hard as you like.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I just peed myself.

- Oh, no, Pam.
That's not urine.

Your uterus is
enlarged and firm.

Your water just broke.
You're in labor.

- What? I'm pregnant?

- I'm sorry. You
didn't... you didn't know?

Wow, OK, so I imagine you
have a lot of questions.

But right now, we need
to get you inside.

- I'll get a wheelchair.
- Wait. I'm scared.

I need to hold on to someone,
and my husband's in the...

- I'll step in for
him, if you'd like.

- Thank you.

- OK. I'll go get
that wheelchair.

- I see.

Oh, lost it. Damn it.

- Uh, this a
cause-and-effect thing?

Tapeworm lead to the ulcer?

- No.

Ulcer's usually from the
H. pylori bacteria...

Super common, almost
all of us have it.

Tapeworm's from a bad meal.

I'm
never eating again.

- Gotcha. Ha ha.

- Wife's not picking up.

- Leave your number.
Ask her to text you.

Pull this out slowly.

Tapeworms regenerate.

Don't want this
breaking off on me.

- Uh, how long do
you think it is?

- No idea.

But I can't wait to find out.

- Need some help in here!

Move it.
- Where?

- Anywhere but here, Mike.
- What happened?

- They took an X-ray
in the treatment room

next door and it set her off.
- I heard them.

They said X-ray. And then
someone yelled, clear.

See, they're admitting the
radiation is bad for you.

And these blankets
are not enough.

- OK. I'm sorry.

But we got rid of
the X-ray machine.

- Well, Dr. Charles
said I could go,

so I'm leaving right now.
- Jacqueline...

- What? How do
you know my name?

- Oh, I can explain.

- No. Forget it. I
don't trust any of you.

We know about your
sister and her cancer.

- Yeah, that the
hospitals gave her

with their X-rays and
their CTs and their MRIs.

Those scans killed her!
- It's not true.

Deborah had cancer before
she went to the hospital.

- No.

- Her death had nothing
to do with the test.

It was genetic.

That's why we need
you to get tested too.

- No. You stay away from me.

You have all been lying
to me since I got here.

- That's not true. We've
been trying to help you.

- Then let me go!
- Maggie, just a word.

Be right back.
- I'm done here.

- Give me five minutes.
I'll walk you out myself.

Mags?

What are you doing?

- We've got to get
through to her somehow.

- Reinforcing her
paranoid fantasies

is not the way to do that.

- She may have a terminal
cancer, Dr. Charles.

She needs to get screened.

- Well, of course she does.

But it's got to be her
decision to do that.

- Well, we know that's never
going to happen, don't we?

- Yeah, it's a safe bet this
is why Tim was shedding weight.

Tapeworm was stealing calories.

Tim's wife text you back yet?

- No. Still MIA.

- I don't get it.

So worried about
Tim having surgery.

Where'd she go?
- One last push!

Awesome, Pam.

You're almost
there. Keep going.

OK.
- Oh.

Oh, my God.

Full-term?

- Ultrasound revealed
that the gestational age

is around 37 weeks.

- It doesn't make any sense.

I have polycystic
ovarian syndrome.

I get a period once,
maybe twice a year.

We've tried forever,
and nothing.

- OK, we can figure out the
hows and whys later, Pam.

Right now, I need you to focus.

- Here comes
another contraction.

- OK. All right. Ready, Pam?

Push as hard as you can, OK?

Sean?

- Right. Uh,
breathe through it.

Short, short, long.

- OK. I see the
top of the head.

- All right, Tim.

Can't imagine there's much more.

Holy smokes.

One more pull. One more.

And ugh!

It's out.

Whew.

- He is out. He is out.

- It's a boy, Pam.

- Oh, my God. This
is incredible.

I'm a mom.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- Here he is.

There we go.

Oh, my God.

My husband is... Is
he still in surgery?

- I'll find out for you.

- He is not going to believe
what just came out of me.

- 2.0, give me a lateral
cross-section of the liver.

- Rotating.

- OK. I've got visuals
of the lesions.

2.0, triangulate.

- Guidance initiated.

Angle 3 degrees left.

- Three degrees.

OK.

Probe has penetrated
the first lesion.

Activate radiofrequency.

- Activating.

- Very nice.

First lesions have been ablated.

Six more to go, Richard.

2.0, guide me to the next one.

- Calculating.

Calculating.

- 2.0, guide me to
the next lesion.

- Calculating.

Calculating.

Calculating. Calculating.

Push forward 3 millimeters

to circumvent the
common hepatic vein.

- All right.

Advancing forward.

- That came out of my intestine?

- Yeah. All 6 feet,
4 inches of it.

- No more YOLO moments for me.

- YOLO? You Only Live Once?

- Yeah.

Nine months ago, Pam and I
went to Thailand for our 10th.

I was all over
those street carts.

Pork, chicken, fish, insects.

I probably picked
up that tapeworm

somewhere in that smorgasbord.

- Perhaps.

Although, tapeworms
only take two months

to reach adult size,
so it's possible

that you were infected
more recently.

Same thing goes for
the H. pylori bacteria

that caused your ulcer.

Could've have happened
any time, any place.

- So the two aren't connected?

- Well, not medically.

But tapeworms can go
undetected for years.

So if you hadn't
developed an ulcer

which required surgery,
then who knows how long

it would've taken
to discover it?

- I guess it was my
lucky day, then, huh?

Yeah.

- Actually, yeah.

About your trip to Thailand...

Pretty sure you didn't
bring anything back in you,

but I'm very certain
that your wife

brought something back in her.

- Surprise.

- Who is that?

- Our son.

- What?

We're parents.

- And who is that?
- Oh, that's my son.

- Parents? Is this really
happening right now?

- Yes. It's really happening.

And I guess now we know why
I haven't lost any weight.

- But your OB, she said you
couldn't ever get pregnant.

- Yes, well, she was wrong.

- Whoa.
- I know.

It's a lot.

Um, do you want
to hold him, Dad?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Ow.

- Here he is.

Hey, bud.

- Ugh, I can walk.
I hate these things.

- I'm sorry.

It's just... It's
hospital policy, you know.

- Of course. Get
me out of here.

- You know, I've been thinking
about these conversations

we've had, and it occurred to me

it wasn't that long ago that
doctors actually thought

that cigarettes
were good for you.

I mean, we sold them
in hospitals, right?

Point being that the medical
world always has been,

always will be
constantly evolving.

I mean, look, I do this
for a living every day.

I'm a doctor. No
way I can keep up.

You know what I mean?

How's your, uh, hand?

Feeling any better?

- Yeah. A little.

- Here. Let me, uh...

There we go.
- OK.

- So listen, um,

I just wanted to say that
the last couple of years

has been really hard for
a lot of people, right?

Loneliness, isolation, loss.

- I really miss my sister.

- I bet you do.
- Mm-hmm.

- And that's why I was thinking
there might come a time

when you might want
to talk to somebody

about her, about her cancer,

about what it was
like to lose her.

And I thought of somebody who
you really might respond to.

- A doctor?
- No. Not an MD.

This is an MSW, actually,
trained therapist,

but somebody who really thinks,
like, way outside the box.

Anyway, uh, this is her card,

you know, I mean,
just in case, hm?

OK.

All right, bye.

- A referral, Dr. Charles?

That's the best we could do?

- Hey, Maggie,
she took the card.

I mean, under the circumstances,

that's... for me, it's a plus.

And by the way, already
talked to that therapist.

And in case she ever calls,
first order of business,

encourage her to get screened.

So you know, I'll take it.

- I'm sorry about earlier.

Maybe I made it a
little too personal.

- Hardest part of my job

is just constantly
checking myself,

make sure I'm not
projecting my life

onto the people
I'm trying to help.

So I get it.

- Yeah. It's not easy.

- Yeah, and then,
bam, there it was.

You know, just looked at it
right in the eyes, you know?

- Wait. Do tapeworms
even have eyes?

- Eyes, no eyes, you
know what I mean.

- Mm-kay, well,

afraid I'm going
to have to listen

to the rest of the saga later.

I promised Pam that I would
visit her and the baby.

- Mm, OK.
- Sean, you want to come?

Pretty sure after today

that Tim and Pam
consider you family.

- No. I'll stop by later.

I wanna hit the gift shop,
get something for the baby.

- OK.

See you guys later.

I know that look.

- Yeah.

I've been feeling
it for a while.

I mean, Hannah's smart,

kind, and super cute.

And seeing her in
action today...

- Yeah. She's a
catch. No question.

But, uh,

you know, you're just getting
back on your feet, you know?

- I know. Lot of cons.

But the pros?

I feel good with her.

Trust her.

- Yeah, I get it.

You know, you're
still in recovery.

And so is Hannah,
for that matter.

- Did OK?
- Oh, surgery was flawless,

just like the first time.

2.0 took care of
all the lesions

and ran additional
scans that confirm

the cancer was
confined to his liver.

- Oh, thank you.

They say third time's a charm,

but I hope we never
have to see you again.

- Oh, I totally get it. Yeah.

How we looking?
- Just lowered his sedation.

- OK. Richard, hey.

Time to wake up, buddy.

Richard?

Hey.

Richard, can you hear me?

- Last time, he woke right up.

- Yeah. It was a long surgery.

He may need a little more time.

Richard.

- Not responding to
deep, painful stimuli.

- Need a head CT.

- What's happening?

Is something wrong?

- Difficulty coming
out of anesthesia

could indicate, uh,
he's had a stroke.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Richard?

Richard? Open your eyes.

Richard, open your eyes.

Richard, it's time to wake up.

Richard, wake up.

- Oh, Maggie.
- Oh, hey.

- The recruiter called,
and I sang your praises.

- Thank you.

- Tough day?

- Oh, it was just
the case hit home.

I just wish I could
do more, you know?

- Yeah, well, I know
exactly what you mean.

Chin up.
- Yeah.

- Ah.

All good with Pam and the baby?

- Yup.

She is online feverishly
ordering baby bottles

and clothes and diapers.

- Yeah. Tim too.

Crib, car seat, and a stroller.

What a day.
- I know.

I mean, I wonder what's
going to happen next, right?

Yeah, you got me.

I mean, where did you get this?

- The hobby store on Madison.
- Oh, man.

- The paramedics got them
for me in-between runs.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- How long were you
sitting there pretending

to read your chart while
waiting for me to come in?

- Since I clocked out.

Uh-huh.

- Hey, Doris. Seen my father?

- Uh, doctors' lounge.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- No, no, no.

Yeah.

- Oh, hey, Pavel.

What are you doing?

- Dropping off
Liliana for her shift.

- Oh, did I miss her?

- She will be back.

Grabbing me a sandwich
from the café.

- Oh.
- Nice photo.

Very impressive.

Used to have my
name on the wall.

But that's the past.

- You know, Pavel, I...

I can't imagine how
frustrating it must be

to feel like you've got
to start all over again.

Look, it's none of my business.

But, uh, I do have a buddy,
pretty good buddy, actually,

who has a small law firm...
- No, I don't need your help.

I have a plan, and I'm
not one of your patients.

- Pavel.

- I'll pick you
up in the morning.

- My brother. I'm sorry.

- What he's going through
is very difficult, you know?

We've got to give him some time.

It'll be OK.

- Daniel, you're a
very patient man.

- Me?

I'm a, um, I'm a lucky man.

- Oh.

- Pupils were fixed and dilated.

I mean, no gag reflex.
No corneal reflex.

- Stroke. No
chance of recovery?

- Vickie's decided to
discontinue life support.

She's saying goodbye.

- Dr. Marcel.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

How you doing?

- I don't know what happened.

2.0 didn't indicate
anything was wrong.

No alarms.

Vitals were stable
the entire time.

This had to be on me.

I must have done
something, you know?

Had to have done
something wrong.

- I know that's how it feels.

But sometimes, even under
the best of circumstances,

patients don't survive.

And I'm not telling you anything

you don't already know.

It's awful. It is.

But it's the burden we bear.