Conan: The Mechanic

"What do you want to drink?" Gregory said, looking at the blond woman beside him - that was Wilson's girlfriend Amber.

"We should go!" Amber frowned, took Gregory's hand and wanted to leave.

"No no no," Gregory was not so obedient. "Give me and this lady another...a glass of each! Amber, what would you like to drink?"

"I said, drink nothing," Amber repeated. "It's getting late, we have to go back quickly."

"Give me another glass of Scotch whisky, and then a glass for her... The metropolis will be fine, her glass of snacks."

"I'm not here for a drink," Amber said dissatisfied. "Go quickly!"

"Drink your glass, or I'll dry the two together." Gregory looked at her and said so.

"..." After hesitating for a moment, Amber sighed. "Okay, have a drink and follow me."

"No, wait a minute," as Gregory recounts this, interrupted by the appearance of Wilson in a surgical gown in Gregory's recollection - which appears to be Gregory's recollection and reality a certain degree of integration. "How could Amber come out for a drink with you at night, and... hurry back with you? Can you... remember the earlier clips?"

Gregory was silent, while the brain surgeon looked as if he could see something good.

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Memory rewinds forward.

"You still drink so much when you start the car. I'll keep it for you first." The bartender of the bar took the car keys from Gregory with a cold face.

"Can you let me call someone?" Gregory asked. "My Phone's battery is dead."

The bartender glanced at him and handed Gregory the phone from the bar, and Gregory immediately dialed a number.

"Who did you call?" Wilson asked. "For Amber?"

"I don't know, but I think I can ask about my memories," with that said, Gregory did what he didn't do in his memories - glanced at the screen of the phone in his hand. "Call your landline."

"I went to a store on the way..." When he said this, Wilson's words stopped, and his expression became regretful. "Amber was probably at home then."

"So I asked her to find you and ask you to bring me back, but she didn't bother to wait for you to come back, so she came to pick me up..." Gregory muttered to himself.

Then, it was the scene that Gregory had just described, until...

When Amber was about to pick up the glass, she suddenly sneezed. "Excuse me, can you give me a tissue?"

"The snot is transparent and looks like a normal flu." Looking at her blowing her nose, Gregory said softly. "Then we took the bus and took me home."

He didn't tell wilson that because he couldn't stand still, it was Amber who was holding his hand and supporting his body as he walked out of the bar. Or with Gregory as the main body, he kind of walked out with his arms around Amber at that time.

This is not important for diagnosis.

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on the bus.

"You're really fit to be a housekeeper," Gregory put his hand behind Amber's back, though he had already achieved balance by leaning against the saddle. "Come to pick me up in person at night, it seems that you... It seems that my weight in Wilson's is not bad."

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't want to come to pick up such a troublesome house like you at such a late night—Ah!" Just as he said this, Amber sneezed again. "Damn, do you have a tissue?"

"I don't have a tissue, can I have sleeves?" Gregory shook his arm on Amber's back. "Well, I have two."

"Two may not be enough, I have a bad cold..." Amber said, and began to sniff helplessly.

"Are there any other complications?" Wilson appeared in Gregory's memory again, sitting in the last row of the bus, looking at Gregory. "If it's just a bad cold, it's impossible to have ventricular fibrillation?"

"Unless..." Gregory's voice suddenly panicked. "no, do not want!"

In front of him, Amber took out two cold medicines from his handbag and took them directly.

"What's wrong?" Wilson asked quickly.

"She just got a common cold, but the problem is the medicine she's taking," Gregory stared at Amber in the picture. "She was on amantadine... The car accident destroyed her kidneys, her body was unable to metabolize amantadine, and amantadine poisoning destroyed her heart..."

Amantadine was identified as a therapeutic drug for the treatment of Asian influenza A virus in the United States in 1976.

At the same time, Gregory recalled asking the driver whether it was possible that Parkinson's caused the driver to be unable to drive the vehicle normally, causing the accident. Now that I think about it, that may also confirm my current inference about amantadine - the driver did not show evidence of Parkinson's, and Gregory suddenly proposed the inference that it may be Parkinson's disease.

Because in addition to the relatively rare use of treating the flu, amantadine's main use is in the treatment of Parkinson's disease, so that sudden inspiration may also be a subconscious cue to Gregory.

But it's too late to realize now... Gregory's expression contorted - pain and self-blame all over the place.

"As long as dialysis is performed, can the excess amantadine be removed from her body?" Wilson's voice was pleasantly surprised-compared to the current treatments such as cardiopulmonary bypass, dialysis two or three times a week only It's a small treatment cost. As long as the amantadine can be filtered out, all the costs are worth it.

Gregory was silent, not responding to him.

"What's the matter?" Wilson in joy suddenly realized that Gregory's reaction was wrong. "Is there something wrong?"

"Don't forget, before she was transferred, she had a dialysis, but her symptoms flared up." After a long silence, Gregory broke Wilson's fantasy softly. "Adamantane binds to proteins, which can't be filtered out by dialysis..."

"Then... we must be able to do something, right?" Wilson's face paled. "We must have..."

"There's nothing we can do," Gregory looked at Wilson with apologetic expression on his face. "She... her body organs have already suffered extensive failure, and it is difficult to win her a kidney. Even if cardiopulmonary bypass is continued, the half-life of amantadine in patients who have had both kidneys removed is 7 to 10 days. She I can't hold on to the time for natural discharge. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have called her out..."

In the dream, Gregory's eyes were already red.

At this time, the bus came to the same intersection again, and the same garbage truck rushed out from the same place again...

The big alarm bells came not from dreams, but from reality - the third memory was interrupted, because in reality Gregory's body suddenly began to twitch.

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[Amber, a former pulmonologist at the Princeton Demonstration Hospital and a former intern in the diagnostic department of the Princeton Demonstration Hospital, ended the life extension attempt of the extracorporeal circulatory system with the consent of her husband Wilson on the third day after the car accident, and eventually died of amantadine poisoning. Heart damage caused by persistent tachycardia. 】

[Gregory Asker, the former chief specialist of the Ad Hoc Diagnosis Department of the Princeton Demonstration Hospital, developed a compound local spasm due to electrical stimulation during the diagnosis and treatment activities in April 1993, which aggravated the old skull fracture and caused brain damage Bleeding, accompanied by cognitive impairment. Although the hospital kept him many times, the recovered Gregory still chose to resign and signed a contract with Rice Flower Central Hospital in February 1994. 】

As for why he left? Of course, it was to escape, to avoid thinking about what happened here again, forgetting that I indirectly killed Amber, killed the person in my heart, and killed my best friend's wife and love.

He thought a year was enough time to forget all these painful things, but he was wrong - probably because of Neviah's blond hair, it reminded him of Amber again, and the image was so true, as if...

With a self-deprecating smile, Gregory, who was lying on the bed, turned off the lamp, ready to go to bed early to make up for the lack of deep sleep during this time. But at this moment, a familiar voice rang.

"You are too heartless. I worked so hard to see you. Is that how you react?"

Gregory's eyes widened, and he rearranged the light switches like lightning.

Amber was wearing a revealing lingerie and sat on his crotch with the quilt.

"Did you miss me?" Amber smiled and stroked Gregory's body through the quilt, but was a little dissatisfied after seeing Gregory's expression. "What do you mean by your expression! Why is it like seeing a ghost?"

Of course, this can't be blamed on Gregory, because under the exposed underwear, there are a lot of bandages wrapped around the body - head, abdomen, legs...all of which are etched in Gregory's mind when Amber was in the car accident Injured place.

More importantly, ~www.readwn.com~ He found that the Amber riding on him didn't seem to have any weight.

He's really **** up.

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"Sleep apnea syndrome, infection, trauma, multiple sclerosis, schizophrenia, Vicodin overdose... Your hallucinations should be one of these six reasons." The new doctor frowned and looked at his hands 's list. "Really, do you think it's a little ironic that you came to see a doctor with me?"

"Because if you check in other places, you will leave records, which may cause trouble." Gregory said to [her] sitting on the hospital bed.

"I know, I know," the new doctor sighed. "Anyway, I'll test them all for you - but then again, you probably have it in your head, right?"

"Yes, but I've been taking Vicodin for six years, and this has never happened before." Gregory shook his head. "So I'm leaning towards maybe... an infection or something, or a slow progression like multiple sclerosis. I've had skull fractures before, so it's also possible that it's a relapse. As for schizophrenia, I know it's in my This age group is less common (it tends to be more common in younger people), so that's why I prioritized it so low."

"But still before the most probable cause?" the new doctor asked rhetorically.

"..." Gregory said after a moment of silence. "You don't understand what Vicodin means to me. If you really want to give up, you have to really have to."

"Well," the new doctor nodded understandingly. "Understood, I'll check for you."

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Well...the [Gregory: Illusion] chapter is officially over, and then we move on to the [Ayumi, Special Training] chapter