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Previously on The Good Doctor...

I feel something. A crush.

Shaun, did you change the surgical plan?

The parameters it was based on changed.

I adjusted accordingly.

And ignored my instructions?

Your bedside manner is impressive.

I spent two years in Afghanistan.

- You okay? - No, I am not okay.

I'm so sick of this chair.

And I hate that my body won't do what I want.

And I hate Shaun Murphy.

What exactly do you want from me?

I am sitting in this chair because of that surgery.

And everybody here seems completely fine with it.

I'm not fine with it.

I don't want you to ask me about my personal life,

and I don't want to hear about yours.

From now on, our relationship is medicine only.

Weather, San Francisco Bay Area.

Monday, 66.

Tuesday, partly cloudy, 67.

Wednesday, 72, sunny. 61 low.

Good morning.

- You had the volume up very loud. - Sorry.

I was watching Hairspray before you got home last night.

At those decibels, damage to the inner ear is very possible.

Daddy, chill. It was only for the last song.

Hm.

- Couldn't sleep again? - I needed to read these.

If you're feeling anxious or upset,

you know you can talk to me.

I'm not anxious or upset.

You've already read all those.

Information retention is increased

by multiple exposures over time.

I'm sure Lim just needs some time.

She's struggling to adjust, which is understandable.

Yes, it's okay.

I still have Dr. Glassman and Dr. Andrews

as mentors and other friends

I can go to for advice.

Steve always said that if someone didn't want to be my friend,

it's their problem.

So I shouldn't worry about it.

Your brother was pretty smart.

Oh. Yes, he was.

Oh, I have to go.

I'm meeting Dr. Glassman for pancakes.

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell everyone ♪

♪ To lighten up ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell 'em that ♪

♪ I've got no one to blame ♪

♪ For every time I feel lame ♪

♪ I'm looking up ♪

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I'm gonna Soak up the sun... ♪

Good morning.

I haven't seen you around lately.

Yeah, I've been really busy at work.

- Oh, I know the feeling. - Mm.

That Murphy guy still making your life miserable?

Actually, no.

We had a very... honest discussion.

I set some boundaries, feel good about it.

- Nice. - Mm-hmm.

I bet that's a relief.

Sorry I was such a mess in the garage last week.

Oh. It was nothing.

Not true, but thank you.

I owe you.

Actually, I could use a ride to the airport tomorrow.

I have a 6:00 a.m. flight.

- Okay. Um... - I'm kidding.

I was happy to help.

- Have a good one. - You too.

♪ ...to lighten up ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell 'em that ♪

♪ I've got no one to blame ♪

♪ For every time I feel lame... ♪

That was nice.

For once, my complete clumsiness actually paid off.

Might change your mind when you get the cleaning bill.

It was worth every penny.

I'd gladly sacrifice another shirt to do it all again.

Hopefully soon?

Or not.

Sorry. I was only in town to finalize the sale of our West Coast distributor.

And now that it's done...

Well, I've been looking for an excuse to visit New York.

I would love that,

but I'm pretty sure my husband wouldn't.

♪ For every time I feel lame ♪

♪ I'm looking up... ♪

Don't hate me.

We had fun.

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I got my 45 on ♪

♪ So I can rock on ♪

We've got some powder burns

and a penetrating shrapnel wound.

Ooh. From playing airsoft?

I'm in a historical battle reenactment club.

I thought some explosions would make it more realistic and fun.

One of the fireworks went off when I was setting it up.

It doesn't look too bad.

It was gushing blood.

It's bleeding. It's not gushing.

I spent a year as a Navy corpsman in Afghanistan,

treated hundreds of shrapnel wounds that actually were gushing.

You're gonna be fine.

- Can you move your arm? - Oh.

Yeah.

Aah! Yeah.

A little.

No step-offs, good range of motion.

The humerus isn't fractured,

which means Dr. Powell is right.

You're going to be fine.

Irrigate with antibiotic saline and get a CT to locate the fragments.

Page me to the OR when he's prepped for surgery.

Yes. Will do.

Need help over here.

He's in and out of consciousness.

BP's in the toilet from massive blood loss.

Damn.

Fluid resuscitation initiated en route.

- Shark bite? - Speedboat.

Got run over on a predawn skinny-dip.

Luckily his girlfriend's a former lifeguard,

got him to shore, applied a tourniquet.

What do we got?

An attending who's 20 minutes late to his call shift.

Total amputation of the left lower extremity at the tibiotalar joint.

- Speedboat propeller. - Thank you.

See how easy and productive that was?

Oh, grumpy as well as late. Must've been a rough night.

It was a great night, and an even better morning,

not that it's any of your business.

- Oh, then why tell me? - Because it bothers you.

What's weird is, this isn't much different than when they were dating.

One of the many reasons we're not anymore.

Transfuse four units PRBC and stay four ahead.

- On it. - It's a clean cut.

We got six to eight hours max of ischemic time.

You're gonna try to reattach it?

I'm gonna do more than try.

And the proper term is "replant."

Call it whatever you want, it's still a bad idea.

Lack of a sensate plantar surface

would make it likely no better than a prosthetic.

I disagree, and seeing as I'm the only attending

who's an actual surgeon, I'll take it from here.

- Where's the foot? - I assume at the bottom of the lake.

You mean the top.

Not unless he was skinny-dipping with his shoes on.

- Bodies float. - Severed feet sink.

Okay, wherever it is, we need to find it fast.

Get police search and rescue out there ASAP.

Good luck.

I'll call.

Increase fluid and blood resuscitation.

If we don't get his BP up, finding his foot won't matter.

Vitals have stabilized.

He's opening his eyes.

I'm Dr. Park.

You're at St. Bonaventure Hospital.

Can you tell me your name?

Uh, Andy.

You know what city you're in?

San Jose.

Is Brittany here?

Your girlfriend couldn't ride in the ambulance,

but the EMT said she was gonna follow in her car.

She's not my girlfriend.

It was our first date.

She saved your life. Sounds like a keeper.

How many stitches did I need?

She said the cut was pretty bad.

Andy, I'm sorry, but your left foot

was completely severed at the ankle.

What?

It didn't even hurt that much.

You were in hypovolemic shock,

nearly died from the blood loss.

We need to get you into an OR to clean and debride the wound.

We'll leave it open for now,

and if we can find the foot,

we'll attempt to replant it.

What do you mean, if you can find it?

It's in the lake?

Search and rescue headed to the lake.

I want you guys out there, as well.

You need to start antibiotic irrigation

with pulse lavage as soon as it's found,

and then get it in an organ transplant unit

and perfuse during transport.

We're on a clock. Every second counts.

That lake's huge.

You really think they're gonna find it?

Well, police divers find weapons

perps toss in the ocean all the time.

With metal detectors, which obviously won't--

Go.

He's lucky.

Not even any occult fractures.

It still blows my mind you fought in a war.

I wish that we could get a better view

of the recon images

at the level of the mid to distal humerus.

Oh, we can.

Watch and learn, young Padawan.

Thanks.

That's... a big one.

What made you decide to enlist?

- Did you have family in the-- - I didn't enlist.

I went to the Naval Academy

and got an officer's commission after graduation.

There's a brachial artery pseudoaneurysm.

Looks like the only thing stopping it from rupturing

is the shrapnel wedged against the vessel wall.

That's... not good.

We have to get him to the OR.

- I'll page Dr. Murphy. - Mm-hmm.

What're you doing?

This lamp was in the wrong place.

It seemed fine to me.

You're not as easily distracted by the environment as I am.

Well, I understand, but next time,

you mind checking with me

before you start rearranging furniture?

I think you'll like the lamps here.

That's not the point.

I have to get to the OR.

Park has more confidence in the cops than I do.

There's no way they're gonna find it in time.

I had a cousin who lost her engagement ring in a Halloween corn maze.

A year later, the farmer found it inside an ear of corn.

If you believe that, there's a Nigerian prince I'd love to introduce you to.

- It's true. - No, it's not.

The farmer found it the same day she lost it, probably in the bathroom.

He figured he'd let the commotion die down before he tried to sell it.

Then someone in his family got cancer or something else he needed the Lord's help with.

He couldn't very well pray for divine intervention

with a hot diamond in his sock drawer.

You have a very fertile and cynical imagination.

Thank you.

I've been listening to that Ten Percent Happier podcast,

so I'm all about the positive vibes.

Our foot will be found.

I got 20 bucks says you're wrong.

Oh, come on, Mr. Positive, you can't lose.

- It's a bet. - Okay.

Stop being so dramatic.

You stop being so dramatic.

The next one is-- is the top one.

Stop second dealing.

I don't want a pilonidal cyst.

I just had a guy with jock-itch

that was up to his belly button.

And I just had a guy with a plantar wart infection who hasn't changed socks

since the Carter Administration.

The next one is the top one.

Take it.

Do you have a minute?

Yes.

I was just curious about how your breakfast with Shaun went.

I canceled.

Uh, I'm worried about him.

He won't admit it, but I can tell what Lim said is still really bothering him.

If you're worried about him, then you should talk to Shaun.

I tried that. He says he's fine.

It's not just about Shaun. You know that, right?

No, it's not. Lim is shutting him out.

'Cause Lim is hurting.

Shaun's gotta take some kind of responsibility for that.

Why? He didn't hurt her.

It's not so cut and dried, certainly not to Lim.

- Well, what about for you? - What about for me?

If Shaun's got a problem with Lim, then he's gotta deal with it.

A medial longitudinal incision

is used to extend the wound above and below.

Next steps, Dr. Powell?

Place clamps both proximal and distal, locate the foreign bodies,

and remove and suture with a 6-0 running.

That's exactly right.

Place the vascular clamps.

The Navy definitely gave you

some good training in trauma care.

Is that why you went to the Academy?

Thought it would help you get into med school?

Can we get a little bit more irrigation, please?

Did you ever want work on a fishing boat?

At my high school, the people who talked about joining the military

also wanted to work on fishing boats in Alaska.

I hate fishing. It's both cruel and boring.

Hm.

I'm guessing the shrapnel in Afghanistan

didn't have clown faces printed on it?

Nope.

Wait, can I see that?

That looks like it's from a propulsive charge, not a shell.

- What's the difference? - Shut off the electrocautery.

- There's still some bleeding-- - No, no, no, don't!

Aah!

What the hell was that?

Firework mortar the electrocautery detonated.

His brachial artery's shredded.

We stopped the bleeding and restored blood flow to your arm,

but it's only a partial fix.

You'll need more tests and then surgery to do a tissue flap

and to stabilize the shattered humerus.

How could it explode again?

Aerial fireworks have two explosive charges.

The shrapnel from the propulsive charge

obstructed the CT view of the undetonated mortar.

You're very lucky. If it had exploded in the field,

you would've bled to death in under 90 seconds.

Ah, I don't feel very lucky.

We can increase your hydromorphone.

You can pretend that you're in a combat support hospital.

Make it all part of the "realistic fun."

Mm.

I doubt that will help, but you can try.

Ah, it feels like it's on fire.

Almost done. For now.

We'll need to repeat this every two hours

to make sure you're ready to go the moment the foot arrives.

Can you check my phone again?

Nothing yet. Sorry.

I know it was just a first date,

but... I thought it was going really well.

I always think that,

and then find out I talked too much or not enough,

or she actually did like me,

but she's heading off to grad school

or doesn't want anything exclusive.

She's probably stuck in traffic.

Maybe-- Maybe some people are just meant to be alone.

Yeah, I met a great woman last night.

Found out this morning she was married.

That's in the wake of a divorce

and a serious relationship that crashed and burned a few months ago.

You know, finding the right person, it's pretty damn hard.

You gotta keep trying.

Dr. Park and I are very different.

You can't have your own office, Murphy.

But prior attendings--

Were hired when we had different budgetary constraints.

Okay, Dr. Park and I have different work methods.

Neither of us can perform at our best in a shared office.

There are no other offices available,

and I'm quite confident you and Park can make it work.

You're just gonna have to make a few compromises.

- Mm. But-- - And if I know Park,

I'm guessing he's already made a few, which means...

it's your turn.

Officer Baxter?

That's me.

Dr. Perez, this is Dr. Allen.

No foot yet.

Just a bunch of old ball caps,

beer bottles, and dirty diapers.

Some people just don't deserve nice things.

- Was that on the bottom? - Yeah.

Actually got us excited for a minute.

I'd find some shade.

We're gonna be here a while.

It's really important that we find it as soon as possible.

We'll find it when we find it.

Okay.

All right, well, I'll be right back.

I got a beach towel in my trunk.

You going for a swim?

No, just want to be able to sit down without getting my pants dirty.

Oh. Look at you, all prepared.

- Yep. - Such a Boy Scout!

What about me?

It's big enough for both of us.

Severe trauma to the distal subclavian.

We can do the bypass more proximally than we'd planned.

I've seen it done in a Role 3 field hospital.

It'll work.

Surprised you're so invested.

You certainly didn't seem that sympathetic in the room.

I shouldn't have said that.

I can see how it would be upsetting to deal with a guy

who thinks combat is a fun game to play.

- Were you ever in actual-- - I was wrong.

Well, it's okay. We all let our personal--

No, I mean about the bypass.

There's avulsion of multiple nerves just beyond the plexus.

So even if we can restore blood flow,

the arm would still be immobile and without sensation.

We're gonna have to amputate.

We're not going to do that.

We can use external fixation to stabilize the fracture,

thoracotomy for the subclavian artery bypass,

and repair the peripheral nerves with sural grafts from his leg.

There are multiple nerves damaged.

Then we will find multiple solutions.

We are not going to amputate.

Dr. Murphy, we need to talk.

I'm busy.

So am I, so I'll make it fast.

Keep looking for a solution to those nerve injuries.

I will be right back.

Really? Uh...

And my desk is facing a window?

I also moved my desk several inches.

Dr. Andrews said we both needed to make compromises.

Okay, Shaun, I told you this morning--

Yes, now neither of us will be bothered

because we won't be facing each other as we work.

I'm not bothered by that, and if you are,

then you should turn your desk around.

No, no, no, no, no. I can't work facing a window.

People constantly walking by outside--

You're not the only person who needs a comfortable environment

to do their job.

Now, I don't care what you do with your stuff,

but do not move or touch anything that belongs to me again.

Page me if you find a surgical solution.

Murphy wants his own office.

- Is that surprising? - No.

What was surprising was him coming to me instead of his supervisor.

Okay. I'm not sure why you're sharing that with me.

Is there a problem between Murphy and Lim I should be aware of?

Maybe.

Care to elaborate?

If there's a problem between Lim and Shaun, why are you asking me?

Because I value your insight,

and I'm under the impression

that they're both close friends of yours.

Okay, so it's definitely my responsibility to sort that out.

Mm...

Not a bad spot for a post-date skinny-dip.

As long as you stay out of the speedboat lane.

Mm-hmm.

You're not a skinny-dipper?

Definitely not.

Ooh. A strong aversion. Interesting.

Ahh. Is it the-- uh, the cold water, the nudity, or you just hate swimming?

All of the above.

I don't do outdoor naked or outdoor hookups.

Mm.

Same goes for cars, airplanes, elevators.

Mm.

I'm more of a comfortable, private spot type of girl.

Good to know.

I definitely agree on the planes and elevators,

and I'm not a big fan of cars myself,

but, uh, tractor combines...

phew, they're a whole 'nother story.

- Tractor combines? - Mm-hmm.

I don't know. Just something about being high up,

looking out over a few hundred acres of alfalfa blowing in the breeze.

- What? - You are a strange dude.

And why do you keep a beach towel in your trunk?

I do yoga in the park after work.

Ah, yes, the yoga.

- You should try it sometime. - Mm.

Might help soften up some of that cynicism.

I'd rather be cynical than gullible.

Found a diamond ring in an ear of corn.

Oh, God. It's true, all right? You can ask my dad.

He's known that farmer his entire life.

And now I know where you got it from.

The apple doesn't fall far from the alfalfa.

Okay.

There's an active bleed at the debridement site.

- BP's plummeting. - Damn it.

We have to get the stump closed.

No, that'll make it impossible to replant his foot.

There's still time for them to find it.

I just need to stop the bleed.

I can't get the bleeding under control.

If I ligate, it'll clot, but if I don't,

the reduced flow will destroy everything we've already fixed.

Still no word?

I just got off the phone with Dr. Allen.

They still haven't found it.

Let's get him to the OR. We need to fully close the wound.

You tried your best.

What're you doing, Murphy?

Oh. Setting up my new office.

No, you're not. I told you there was no extra space.

But you were wrong.

Nurse Hawks told me this room

has not been used by anyone in months.

Because we need it for storage.

We can still use it for storage.

There's room for my new desk and all this other stuff,

which won't distract me by sharpening pencils, doing back stretches,

looking at me, or breathing.

Fine. For now.

But as soon as someone needs it, I'm kicking you out.

Thank you, Dr. Andrews!

Yeah.

Okay.

Got it.

You owe me 20 bucks.

We still have another hour.

Park couldn't control the bleeding.

He's moving the guy to the OR to close the wound.

We can still scrub in if we beat traffic.

Hey! Where are you going?

I got five little piggies that need to go home.

Page Park.

Already am.

We need to repair the left subclavian artery first.

But we still need a way to get distal control.

Couldn't we just extend the incision

to the supraclavicular one?

No. That risks transection of the phrenic nerve.

So, why did you want to join the Navy?

Couldn't afford to pay for college?

You wanted to see the world?

Why are you so obsessed with this?

I'm just... curious. I'm trying to get to know you.

Clearly, you have some sort of judgmental notion

about the type of people that join the military.

I'm not judging you. I'm genuinely impressed.

Because I know how to treat a puncture wound and read a CT?

Do you have such low expectations of all veterans or just the amputees?

Hello. I have resolved the issue.

We use biopolymer grafts to repair multiple nerves.

Oh. I can definitely think more clearly in my new office.

Great.

Forceps.

Some of the tissues edges look necrotic.

You gonna be able to remove it all?

Hope so. Grab the DeBakey scissors

and cut off the non-viable tissue.

You mind keeping your eyes on the road?

Sorry. It's just... that's pretty cool.

6-0 on a prolene castro.

Get the transplant unit open and ready.

It's been seven hours of cold ischemia time.

We gotta get it perfused ASAP.

All right.

It's nearing the eight-hour mark.

They got off the freeway four minutes ago.

Could be traffic.

No, they're in a squad car with a siren.

Which you'd think would make people get out of the way,

but apparently not.

Nice color. Healthy edges.

Great work. Scrub in, and let's do this.

Biopolymer grafts aren't going to work.

The gap's too wide.

Nerve defects from the explosion are too big.

Even if we bridge the nerves,

what do we do about all this bleeding?

We have to amputate.

We have no choice.

Dr. Murphy?

We can do an end-to-side neurorrhaphy

with coaptation of the distal stump

of the transected nerves to adjacent donor nerves.

But what do we do about the bleeding?

- If we can't stop it-- - We can facilitate anastomosis

by using the parachute technique.

- We're running out of time. - I can do it.

Stabilizing the ankle joint.

Matching the ends of the posterior tibial and dorsalis pedis arteries.

His date ever show up?

- Nope. - Use 7-0 prolenes.

I sort of feel bad for the guy.

In all fairness, was it right for him to expect her to?

Well, seems like the decent thing to do.

Repairing the vena comitans and saphenous vein.

Saving his life wasn't enough?

Ah, she still could show up,

and this could be a crazy story they tell their kids one day.

Sorry, Mr. Positive, but that will definitely not happen.

You never know. Most of the people I know

who are in great relationships had super rocky starts.

I can't get any pulse on the foot.

The anastomosis sites are hemostatic.

Hey, check Doppler at the femoral,

then work your way down to where the flow stops.

Good in the groin.

No flow here.

He's thrombosed all the way to his popliteal.

We may have just saved his foot, but killed his leg.

Shaun?

I just saved my patient's arm.

I heard that. That-- That's good-- good work.

Do you like my new office?

No, I don't. I don't like it.

Mm. I've already talked to Dr. Andrews.

- He agreed-- - It's a bad idea.

No. Dr. Park and I distract and annoy each other.

We will both do better work if--

- That's the reason? Really? - Yes, it is.

Why are you isolating yourself?

I'm not.

You're the one who canceled our breakfast.

Because I don't want to have to deal with this, Shaun.

I'm a--

I'm angry with you.

Oh.

- Why? -"Why?"

Because of Lim's surgery. Because I told you exactly what to do...

- No. No. - ...and you didn't listen to me.

- The parameters changed. - You went ahead and you--

and you did the procedure you wanted to do all along.

Yes, the parameters changed. I made the right decision.

Shaun, Lim is paralyzed.

You're the surgeon. You have to take some kind of responsibility for that.

You shouldn't be angry with me.

- Dr. Lim shouldn't be angry with me. - She--

She is paralyzed, Shaun.

Mm. I saved her life. I made the right choice.

You're acting like a child.

No. No. I'm not.

You're acting like you did back in high school,

like you did at-- at the beginning of med school.

You're a grown man, Shaun.

You're-- You're a married man now.

You got to take some kind of responsibility, accountability.

You're running away.

You're-- You're-- You're shrinking your world around you.

You're-- You're retreating.

You're wrong.

You are being mean and calling me a child.

- Shaun... - And you are taking Dr. Lim's side--

Shaun, you can't shrug this off.

I do not want you in my office.

Leave now!

We successfully repaired your shoulder.

Thank you.

Please don't play with any more fireworks.

You are lucky to have survived your own ignorance.

Yeah.

At the very least, stick to the non-explosive ones.

I'll just, uh, stick to watching them on the 4th of July.

Probably for the best.

Mm.

With lots of rehab, you should regain full function of your arm.

Mm.

Feel that?

Just a small pinch.

Well, that's exactly what we want.

Six months of PT, and you should be up on your feet walking again.

Thanks, Doc, for holding out and not giving up on me...

and my foot.

Do me a favor?

Take a picture of me and that gnarly scar.

- This for Brittany? - Nah.

My new profile pic.

You will stand out.

I'm sorry I offended you.

I grew up very... sheltered.

I'm still trying to figure things out and play catch-up

and get past my limited sense of imagination...

which is just a long way of saying that yes,

I was being ignorant and judgy and...

I hope you can forgive me.

I, um, tore my ACL.

Um...

growing up, my dream was to play Division 1 soccer,

and I was pretty good.

Junior year of high school, I had a dozen offers for a full ride.

That's impressive.

The first game of senior year, I tore my ACL trying to slide tackle a midfielder.

And just like that, every D-1 school rescinded.

The only place that still wanted me was the Naval Academy.

I never really had much interest in the military,

but, hey, the tuition was free.

I was promised a roster spot.

I played all four years on varsity,

and we even won the Patriot League championship my senior year.

Nine months later, I was deployed to Afghanistan.

That sounds horrible.

Not at all.

Joining the Navy was the best decision I ever made.

I enjoyed our field trip.

I had a good time, too.

Being away from the hospital and all that. Yeah.

It's definitely nice out here.

I might even have to come back for a swim.

You could bring a date.

Not a bad idea.

Just need to find the right person.

Hm.

The bet.

Yes. The bet.

I'm sorry. I just...

I can't.

Need some help?

Although, it's after 5:00, so I'd have to charge you time and a half.

Sweet of you to offer, but I think I got this.

- Ohh! - You sure?

It'd be a shame if this...

$70 bottle of olive oil hit the ground.

Well, I had a good day. I splurged a bit.

Good idea.

I'm sure you deserve it.

You do, too.

For saving me twice.

Can I offer you a taste?

I got a baguette at Listo's, a Brie, a Gouda.

It's a deal.

Thanks.

This is nice.

Talking to someone I don't have to supervise or be serious with.

I agree.

I just realized I don't know what you do.

I'm a professional hockey player.

Okay, I know that's a joke.

Now I just have to decide if that means you love hockey or hate it.

Now I'm curious what you'll decide.

Hmm. Let's see.

- You grew up in Michigan. - Mm-hmm.

You appear to have all your teeth.

Oh, but they're also perfect,

which means they could be veneers.

I'm gonna say you're a Pistons fan that hates hockey.

It's like you can see right through me.

And my job?

Clearly, you're the parking garage attendant.

Or you're just stalking me.

I'm a marketing exec at Greenzy.

Mm.

I have no idea what you guys do, but I know your building.

There's an amazing Chilean restaurant right across the street.

- Valeska's. - Oh, I love that place.

I've been craving their sopapillas.

We should take care of that craving.

Dinner at Valeska's sometime?

Definitely.

Mm, yeah.

- You okay? - Yes.

Thinking about work.

I saved my patient's arm today.

I should be happy.

So why aren't you?

If this is about your fight with Glassman--

I'm thinking about my patient's shoulder.

I have to go.

- Dr. Glassman! - Okay! Okay!

Okay! Okay. What?

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I know how to fix it.

I know how to fix everything.

There's a surgery that will cure Lim's paralysis.

Oh.

Okay.