A teenager was wheeled in. Motorcycle accident. Open tibial fracture, Grade IIIB—bone protruding through skin, dirt ground into the wound, the posterior tibial artery in jeopardy. A surgical nightmare. The on-call resident, a brilliant but brittle young woman named Dra. Luna, froze.
He tapped his temple. “The real library is here. And it doesn’t need Wi-Fi.”
Dra. Luna stared at him. “That’s not in the protocols.”
A teenager was wheeled in. Motorcycle accident. Open tibial fracture, Grade IIIB—bone protruding through skin, dirt ground into the wound, the posterior tibial artery in jeopardy. A surgical nightmare. The on-call resident, a brilliant but brittle young woman named Dra. Luna, froze.
He tapped his temple. “The real library is here. And it doesn’t need Wi-Fi.”
Dra. Luna stared at him. “That’s not in the protocols.”
