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Biel.

Biel, wake up.

Biel.

Biel, come on.

Biel.

Biel, come on. Wake up.

Why aren't you in the OR? They're going to operate on her now.

- What? - Biel, come on.

- Like now? - Now.

- They're doing it now? - Yes.

There won't be enough time. Damn it!

ENOUGH! STRIKE NOW

MURDERERS

SURGICAL AREA

- Sorry. - Where were you?

- Sorry. I didn't think... - Can we focus?

Scalpel.

They look great, guys.

- Hang them in the halls when you're done. - Okay.

- These are the flyers to hand out outside. - Let's go.

I feel more tumor mass. It's worse than it looks on the CT.

Damn it.

It's 11:51 p.m.

Tell your resident to stop announcing the time.

We all know how to look at a clock.

We'll need her under for another two hours.

No, we stop here.

- We close and think about this. - What's there to think about?

You, tell your boss what we do in these cases.

- Well... - Leave him out of it.

- This is between us. - Between us?

We're here to save your patient's life, aren't we?

This isn't about our war.

Don't give me that. Who decided to operate this late?

You're the one who decided to operate urgently.

How do we proceed?

Well, under normal circumstances, we'd remove the cancerous tissue.

Normal circumstances? Are these not normal circumstances?

Public healthcare!

We're at Joaquín Sorolla public hospital in Valencia, where at midnight,

an unprecedented healthcare strike will begin.

Are you aware of what this means?

Saving lives sometimes requires drastic decisions.

That's the aim of the strike.

Go over there.

Emergency services are losing patience!

INDEFINITE STRIKE

STRIKE

Midnight, folks.

The strike begins.

- Let's close and go. - No one's going anywhere.

We finish the surgery.

What do we do?

Return to your positions.

Pilar, we've been operating too long.

She can't handle more stress.

Oh, you want to stop operating to prevent more stress?

Not because of your fanatical devotion to this absurd strike?

I'm staying. Who's with me?

New kid, you took an oath your boss has forgotten,

but it's fresh in your mind: "Save the patient's life above all else."

That's what we do here, save lives. We leave politics out of it.

Are you in or out?

BREATHLESS

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

Let's have a drink soon, okay?

All right. Bye.

I'll take it to the cold store.

Ramiro! Good morning.

- Is the sole fresh? - Listen, it's still breathing!

- Where's Rosa? I don't believe you. - Rosa!

The doctor doesn't believe the fish is fresh.

Good morning, Dr. Moa.

- I'm Biel, your resident. - Of course. How are you?

Call me Néstor. And stay here, I need your help.

Okay.

Hello, Doctor.

- How are you? - Very well.

- How can I help? - What have you got for me?

Did you get him to come?

Don't blame him, he did it out of love.

- Can I take a look at the lump? - It's nothing, really.

Let's see.

- Do you feel tired? - No more than usual.

With the hours we work, what do you expect?

Come to the hospital when you can. My resident will sneak you in, right?

Thank you very much.

Let's get a head start. Know how to insert a needle?

Yes, I spent a summer in Sudan taking blood samples.

Perfect.

So go in there, roll up your sleeve...

You've hit the jackpot, a handsome guy to take your blood.

Yes, he's very handsome.

Hey, do you like sea bass?

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

Guys, I still have a while left at the hospital.

I've been stuck here 22 hours. I'll tell you about my shift later.

Love you all. Here's to healthcare workers!

Get caught with those bubbles, you're in trouble.

What? It's my trademark now. People always ask for it.

Besides, I think we need to bring a little joy to the hospital, right?

What are you doing?

I can't tell if you admire him or he just turns you on.

Who, Moa? Of course he turns him on.

- Go to your locker room. - Got any paper? We're all out.

Let's see.

Look at him. With his little public healthcare badge.

- Yeah, you got a problem with it? - Me?

If only they were all like him.

Don't defend him, he doesn't even know your name.

- Let's go. - Traffic accident.

- Coming through. - Sorry.

Four injured in a car crash. One of them is pregnant.

- She's in bay 11. - On my way.

Biel, ask for 18's report and wait for me.

Rodri, follow me.

We've been sat here over two hours. There aren't even that many people.

Blanca, where are the attendings?

Come on.

We've got through worse.

No, don't look at me.

- The organs look fine. - Yeah?

The heartbeat... The heartbeats are strong.

Are you sure?

- Three perfectly healthy babies. - You almost beat me to it, Doctor.

Yes, she's going to have to give up work, her residency...

What a great idea, getting pregnant right now.

Did you hear something?

Because I didn't.

The patient is badly bruised.

The seat belt stopped the blow, but she may have fractured a rib.

We gave her lorazepam to calm her down.

- Hello. - Hi.

Good morning.

- Could you take off your glasses? - What?

Your glasses, if you please.

She doesn't want to take them off so she's not recognized. It's...

I can hear you.

Patricia Segura.

- I can hear everything, I'm right here. - Patricia?

It's Biel. Biel de Felipe.

Oh my God, Biel! What are you doing here?

- I finished med school and... - Ended up in a public hospital.

Sorry.

Almost as baffling as me being here.

Because I, well... It was the nearest hospital.

I wanted a private one, but I ended up here.

I tried to convince the ambulance crew and...

You look handsome.

Well, you always have been.

You've always been handsome.

Very handsome.

- Just a little more now. - Thank you.

Will you leave us?

Sorry.

- Can I examine you? - Yes, of course.

Examine me.

Let's see.

Does this hurt?

What happened?

Well, I'm not sure. It was a very long night.

A car crossed over... I think.

I'm still processing it. How's your dad?

He's good.

He was the best boss I ever had, you know?

The best boss in the world.

- Mind if I pull this down a little? - What?

Pull it down.

No need for that.

Touch me, sweetheart, you're a doctor.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, it's okay.

- Forgive me, that nurse... - I understand.

She gave me... I don't know, a pill.

God knows what she gave me.

Patricia, do you examine yourself?

- Excuse me? - No...

You have a lump here.

And another here.

Okay, I'm going to find Dr. Moa.

Who?

He's the hospital's best oncologist.

No, wait a minute. An oncologist? Why?

Just a moment, please.

Don't worry, honey, it's okay. Don't fall asleep.

- Excuse me, can you see her? - Sorry.

- Can you see my daughter? - She'll be seen further down.

It's okay, honey.

It's okay, my love.

So guys, wash your hands to be clean and healthy.

Cough into your elbow, not the air.

- Use a mask... - Sorry, can you see my daughter?

- She can't breathe. - Sure.

Did they tell you at reception...?

No, we've been waiting hours to be seen.

- She isn't breathing, got it? - Calm down.

People are waiting and you're here making videos!

- My shift is over. - She can't breathe!

- Calm down, I... - Please, help me!

Excuse me. He's my resident.

I told him to make the video for a girl with cancer.

- Right, Doctor? - Yes.

- Doctor, you're needed in bay ten. - Yes, I'm coming.

Please see her. It will only take a moment.

Wait a second.

- I'm begging you, please see her. - Just a second.

- See the patient. - Me? I'm not a pediatrician.

If she waits for the pediatrician, you'll get a complaint for sure.

See her. We'll talk about the video later.

And call Mom and Dad, please.

You're ignoring them and I can't keep sticking up for you.

- Bay ten? - Yes.

Where are you taking those towels? Tell me they're for disposal, not laundry.

We'll end up asking patients to bring them from home.

- How long has she had trouble breathing? - A week.

I've been giving her Ventolin, but she hasn't improved.

Any changes at school? Is she worried about...?

- What? - I don't know, maybe...

If someone else tells me my 8-year-old has anxiety

or it's all in her head, I won't answer for it, Doctor.

Okay. Well, we've ruled out asthma and allergies.

- Has she been eating well? - Not really.

And has she had trouble eating before this?

What do you mean?

She has signs of malnutrition,

which could be affecting her immune system.

So, I'm mistreating my child?

- What? - Is that it?

I don't feed her? It's my fault? I'm a bad mom?

My daughter has chest pain. She can't breathe.

And to diagnose her, I need to know all the facts.

Does she eat everything? Dairy?

Vegetables? Protein?

Shame on you. Is insulting me all you can think of?

No, I swear it's not that. I suggest you keep giving her Ventolin.

Well, thanks for nothing, Doctor.

- Let's see... - Thanks a lot.

Stuck here all day with a kid who can't breathe.

- You can take... - No, thanks.

We'll find someone who takes us seriously.

Very low vitals, he's barely responsive.

Does the hospital know we're coming?

Damn it, what did you take?

Hurry, we're losing him!

Let's go!

Marta, get the reports as soon as we're inside.

I'll get them.

Let's go. Look out!

Shit. Help me, damn it!

Let's go!

- What happened to him? - BP 70/40. GCS 7.

- He was taking drugs with him. - No.

Take him to Resus. What did you take? Heroin?

- GHB. - Another one...

It's going to kill you all.

You don't realize how dangerous that drug is.

Hey, you look familiar. Do you work here?

Are you having a stroke or don't you want to tell me?

Quique?

You're not on call tonight. Are you okay?

All right, I'm an intern, okay? I work here. But I'd better go.

No way. You stay and help. I'll go get the scanner.

What's up with your pupils? What did you take, bitch?

When will we be seen?

Quique, he's coding.

- Rocío, he's coding! - Give him one milligram of adrenaline.

One milligram of adrenaline going in.

What's happening?

I gave him adrenaline, but he's not responding.

Adrenaline? Why? He's in V-fib.

Let's go. Gel.

- Charge to 300. - Okay. Charged.

Clear!

Go sleep it off, kid.

We'll pretend you weren't here.

Promise me I won't suffer.

When things get rough, shoot me up with whatever you have to.

I don't care what the law says.

Morphine or something. Otherwise, I'll have to score some heroin.

Rosa.

You'll have the best palliative care.

I promise.

Thank you.

- Oh, honey. What's with the face? - Jeez.

Is the Oncology coffee machine broken? Because this one is too.

If only that were all that was broken in this hospital.

I just declared a patient terminal because she wasn't seen in time.

During the pandemic we were swamped

and I lost 30% of my cancer patients because they didn't dare come here.

But what about now?

Why are we allowing people to die before their time?

Don't exaggerate, it's not that bad.

He's not exaggerating. Pilar, look at those two.

- How many on-call shifts this month? - They get paid for them.

They don't get paid enough, and you know it.

Yeah, you're right, everything's going to hell.

- Whatever you say. - Yes.

People always complain about healthcare.

And what do we do?

See them, treat them, and save their lives when we can.

The fact is, they're dismantling public healthcare.

And until we make a stand, Pilar,

until we say "enough," they'll keep wearing us down.

Make a stand how?

Maybe we should call an indefinite strike.

Show them a country without any doctors.

- A strike? - Yes.

Like all the failed ones?

With all the minimum services, it's as if there's no strike.

Well, we might have to do one without any minimum services.

Dream on, Néstor.

Ask anyone why that's impossible. The new guys, if you want.

Dr. Moa, got a moment?

He'll be right with you, but first, answer me this.

Why would we never go on all-out strike?

No, I'll answer. Basically for two reasons.

One, because although everyone says doctors are selfless

and will do anything for others,

the truth is, we're individualists and narcissists.

We're all out for ourselves.

And two, because if we really went on general strike,

we'd have to allow patients to die,

and that, my dear, no doctor would stand for.

Because we took an oath.

"The lives of our patients above all else."

And especially above politics. That's why we won't strike.

That's why we should.

- Hello? - Is this Óscar's mother?

Yes, this is Óscar's mother.

- What? - Once he's stable, he'll be taken up.

At which hospital?

My son's here?

What happened to him?

We've done a full workup. We'll tell you when we have the results.

But, Pilar...

We know it was an overdose.

What?

No.

That's impossible.

Who brought him? Where was he?

We don't know. He came in an ambulance.

With who? I want to talk to them.

I want to know where they picked him up.

I want to know everything, and right now.

What do you see here?

A tumor mass.

Could it be benign? I don't know, fine calcifications?

We'll need to do a biopsy,

but I've seen enough to not be too optimistic.

- Damn it. - What is it?

I know her.

She's a friend. Well, of my family.

- Patricia Segura, right? - Yes, it's her.

If we could be discreet...

You're a friend of the president of the Valencian Government?

Why would she come to a public hospital?

Well, it doesn't matter. We need to do more tests.

Right away.

Hello, Mrs. Segura. I'm Dr. Moa. How are you feeling?

Well... if I'd been told yesterday when I was with my friends

that I'd be getting a biopsy today to find out if I have cancer,

I would've laughed.

It's a lot to take in, but worst-case scenario,

we'll be thanking the accident for catching it early.

Well, I...

I don't mean to offend, but... I don't know, I'd feel safer at Santa Ana.

- I'd rather see familiar faces. - What about mine?

Don't take it personally, Biel.

Lie down.

Dr. Moa is one of Europe's best oncologists.

If things get worse, Santa Ana will send you here.

It's what private clinics usually do.

Right.

Don't... Ow.

Don't take leftist propaganda so seriously.

Don't get sucked in.

I have premium insurance. I'll receive the best treatment.

And I doubt it's serious, right?

- Biel, you know how to do it. - Oh, God.

All right, you'll feel a slight pinch.

- Almost nothing, don't worry. - No, it's going to hurt.

It's better to be honest,

so when you feel pain, you know it's normal.

Will you always be honest?

If I have months to live, will you then?

Let's see what the biopsy tells us first.

One step at a time.

- Hello? - Hey.

- Where are you? - On the terrace. Come over here.

- I brought supplies. - Sweet. Nice one.

- How's it going? - Good.

Man, what a long few days. I don't even know what I smell like.

My sister thinks I'm the worst doctor ever.

Well, she doesn't even consider me a doctor.

Come on, Rodri. You're a rookie, like all of us.

You missed the ogre Dr. Amaro's meltdown today.

Yeah?

Her son was brought in today out of his mind on drugs.

She made a huge scene in the ER.

Quique, everything okay? That guy makes such a mess.

What did you say, Rodri?

- What's the kid's name? - The kid?

- Yeah. - No idea.

She was hysterical,

swearing she'd kill whoever gave her son so many drugs.

- The poor thing was a wreck. - Understandable, right?

What's wrong?

All right, listen. This stays between us, okay?

I took the kid to the hospital.

We were at a chemsex party, and all of a sudden, he passed out.

That Rocío saw me with him. If she tells his mom, I'm dead.

So you screwed an attending's son. You gays are real kamikazes.

Don't you have a home to go back to?

- Here's more interesting. - They said he was high on everything.

Is that true?

Well, he took GHB, speed, coke, pink tusi, poppers, Molly, ecstasy...

- Jesus. - And a few dicks too.

- Including yours. - And I bet you went bareback.

Hey, I take PrEP.

Great, and we all know that PrEP prevents hepatitis, syphilis, gonorrhea...

If he screwed a few guys, did they test him for STDs?

Rodri, gonorrhea doesn't put you in that state.

Hepatitis does.

- Right. - It could be affecting his liver.

Rodri has a point there. And you say you're not a good doctor.

You'll have to come clean.

For fuck's sake.

I'm tired of studying already.

Let's go for a drink at the karaoke bar?

Did you give me a hickey? You got really into my neck.

So what if I did?

Well, my boyfriend won't like it much.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

When I drink, I forget I do.

Hey, how's Rodri doing?

I don't think he's doctor material. Maybe I protect him too much.

He knows how to treat his patients.

And he showed good judgment today.

You should have some faith in him.

He doesn't have to be a clone of you to be a good doctor.

Hello?

Yes, he's stable.

He's okay for now.

They're urgent. Don't put them in the system.

- Give them to me directly. - Román?

- Why are you here so late? - It's early for me, actually.

I wanted to come in early today to go over some cases,

and, well, God helps those who help themselves.

Best leave God out of it. He's been ignoring me since yesterday.

Doctor,

I'm sure your son will pull through.

Yes, he will.

I'll make sure of it.

- Excuse us. - Sorry.

Step aside, please.

Fuck, we're never going out midweek again.

Try and get something for the hangover. Smile at the nurses...

- Morning, boys. - Morning.

Good night last night, huh?

"#StepDown, #SeguraDrunk, #FastAndFurious." Nice.

"#StepDown..."

Emilio, enough, damn it!

We heard you.

How the hell did they know I was drunk, huh?

Did the police leak the report?

No, wait... The hospital.

They'll pay for this.

What was your blood alcohol level?

Two beers is all it takes, right?

- Yes. - All right, guys.

How are we going to turn this around? Ideas.

Put the croissant down. We're not here for breakfast.

Patricia.

Patricia, are you with us?

- Yes. - Good.

Everything goes through me first.

WE HAVE YOUR RESULTS

Newspapers, TV... All through me first. I've not been kept in the loop lately.

We have several options. I suggest we're aggressive, radical.

First, chemo to shrink the tumor, and if we succeed, surgery.

Am I dying, Biel?

We caught it in time.

God damn it! I'd get surgery tomorrow at Santa Ana.

Then go.

You're free to get a second opinion. Especially since you can afford it.

Unbelievable.

Patricia, trust me. Your best bet is to be treated by Dr. Moa.

God.

Madam President!

Madam President!

Is it true you had an accident?

It's said you were over the limit.

- Is it true? - How are you?

A statement for Ana's Afternoon. Can you tell us why you were admitted?

No statements. The president needs to recover.

Madam President, just one question, please.

Yes, no problem.

First of all, thank you for coming.

I know...

you've heard the news, and I'm fine.

But when they were examining me,

they found... a small lump in my breast.

- A lump? - Yes, a tumor.

Do you have any kind of diagnosis, Madam President?

- A tumor. - Will you stay in office?

The doctors say we caught it in time, which is the main thing, right?

So, I'll probably have to do some chemotherapy sessions.

Surgery, maybe.

It will be tough, but nothing other women haven't faced before.

And I've also had the opportunity to see firsthand

that all the resources this government has invested in prevention have paid off.

So I encourage all women to come in for a checkup,

because prevention saves lives.

We should be proud of our public health system

and of our Valencian hospitals, leaders in technology in Spain and Europe.

Our public health system is working better than ever,

despite all the doomsayers and critics.

- So ladies, come in for a checkup. - Excuse me, Madam President.

- Ah, this is Dr. Moa. - Please.

My oncologist.

- Perhaps he wants to share my diagnosis... - No.

I urge all the women listening to this message

not to come in for a checkup.

I hate to say it, because prevention saves lives,

but we're overwhelmed, we can't cope. I'm so sorry.

This is the health system we're condemned to.

Prevention saves lives, but we're unable to practice it.

- I'm so sorry. - How serious is the president's condition?

Madam President!

Don't worry, okay?

One second. Hey! What's going on?

Girl, eight. Chest pain and difficulty breathing.

She was dying. I didn't know what to do.

She wanted to come here. Are you the video guy?

- Her sats are very low. - Take her to bay four.

And call Dr. Donoso.

Look at her left lung. Why didn't you do a chest X-ray yesterday?

- They left before I could examine her. - Why?

She was demanding for her to be seen.

I don't know what happened, but you've got a guilty look on your face.

If you want to be taken seriously, act like a real doctor, damn it.

Less social media and more proactivity.

Show me you know something. What should we do here?

Okay.

Well,

according to the symptoms and the CT images,

it could be cystic fibrosis.

We should do more tests, a sweat test, or even a genetic test.

She also has a pneumothorax.

So first, we take her to the OR and insert a chest tube.

The rest comes later.

Inform the mother, get her consent, and we'll fit her in today.

We need to do it now. Figure it out.

- Well said, Néstor. Thank you. - Thanks.

Nerea.

- Some speech, huh? - He set the record straight.

- Let's see if it helps. - Surely.

The man of the hour! You let it all out this morning.

Everyone's drooling! But if my ex sees you, he'll kill you.

- Néstor. - Speak of the devil.

What are you playing at?

l let those antics slide with newcomers, not you.

- Don't be dramatic, it's no big deal. - Leo, no.

Do you know the mess you've made? The calls I'm getting?

You've hung the hospital out to dry.

Don't get me started on your career. I'd fire you right now if I could.

But you're a kamikaze, so you couldn't care less, right?

The president doesn't want to be treated here anymore.

- She didn't want to before, Lluís. - Fix it. Get her back.

You're putting the jobs of everyone who works here on the line.

Especially yours, right?

Now that you're hospital director, this isn't good for you.

Don't go there.

Look, do you know the saddest part of all of this?

If that woman had any chance of recovery, it was you.

But thanks to your big mouth, you've probably sentenced her to death.

ONCOLOGY HOSPITAL

ONCOLOGY

Patricia, how are you? Can we talk for a minute?

Sure. I'll buzz you in.

Thanks.

Biel, I wasn't expecting you.

I've brought someone. Don't be mad.

And listen to him, please.

He's not my doctor anymore. I don't have to listen to him.

I get you don't want him as your doctor after what he did,

but listen to him for two minutes.

He can listen to me.

It's not what you did.

It's not that I was caught with my pants down.

I'm used to that, damn it.

It's that you saw me at my most vulnerable,

then threw me to the lions like it was nothing.

Tell me. How can I trust you?

How can I know you'll be my doctor, not a unionist?

Patricia, all he cares about is his patients, I swear.

Do you promise me that my recovery will always be the most important thing?

I promise.

I don't believe you.

Close the door behind you, Biel.

How's she doing? Did you call your mom?

She's not answering.

- She has it on silent at work. - Do you know where she works?

She works at a bar and cleans houses.

She always changes. I don't know where she is.

She's really sick. Will the surgery make her better?

Yes.

But we need a parent to sign the consent form.

Otherwise, we can't operate.

Okay?

OR in two hours. Do you have the parents' consent?

- Well... - Yes. She's already signed it.

Okay, great.

Would you like to join me in the OR?

I'd love to.

- Do you think you're smart? - I copy her signature perfectly, relax.

No. You have two hours to get her real consent.

She'll agree to the surgery, okay?

If we don't operate now, she'll die.

- Are you sure she'd give consent? - Well, obviously, right?

What would you do? Would you go ahead?

- I don't know, Rodri. - The girl needs surgery.

What's that?

The kid's test results. Keep this between us, please.

Damn, positive for everything.

Gonorrhea, hepatitis, HIV.

- You screwed him without a condom. - That's not the point, Biel.

It doesn't explain what's causing this. The hepatitis isn't affecting his liver.

What if it's not the STDs?

You said he passed out and fell to the ground.

Did he hit his head? Has he had a CT?

That's a hemorrhage.

Yes, it's a hemorrhage.

What if it's causing the coma?

It could be.

He's hypertensive and bradycardic. Call the neurosurgeon!

Out of the way! Come on, quickly!

Move!

Óscar?

- What happened? - He had a CT. Subdural hematoma.

- Who ordered the CT? - He needs a craniotomy stat!

- Call Dr. Donoso. - Hurry, this way!

And voilà.

There we go.

Dr. Donoso, are you done here? You're needed in OR four.

- Now? - It's Dr. Amaro's son.

Please, Doctor.

On my way.

Take it.

All that's left is to insert the tube and close. Can you do it?

- Can you do it? - Yes.

Good.

Tray, please.

Jésica, I need you to assist Dr. Castaño.

- What happened? - It's a subdural hematoma.

We have to start. Every minute counts.

Please. He's my son.

Scalpel.

Forceps and retractor.

Sponges.

He's bleeding a lot.

- Is his INR in range? - Yes, 0.9.

- Are you sure? - Yes, Doctor.

Everything okay?

More sponges.

I'll mark, you cut.

Her BP's dropping, don't take too long.

No!

What's happening, Doctor?

Sponges!

Forceps, tray, and saline irrigation.

We have to stop this.

- She's unstable. - We need to do a thoracotomy.

Give me the scalpel.

Damn it, I can't see.

Sponges.

He's bleeding a lot.

Twenty-two blade.

Suction.

His blood pressure is dropping.

Starting norepinephrine drip.

Jésica?

There's a lot of blood.

More sponges!

She's losing so much blood.

- What do I do? - We're losing her!

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo, come on!

I can't keep him under much longer.

It's clean.

- He's still losing blood. - We need to close the wound.

- We'll do it together. - What?

Two needle holders with absorbable 4/0 sutures

and two Adson forceps.

One side each.

- Doctor, we're losing her! - I don't know what to do.

Call my sister.

Call Dr. Donoso.

She's coding. Start CPR.

Oh, God.

Someone plug the wound! Please, Emi!

Dr. Donoso, your brother needs you.

Send someone else. You're staying here.

Jésica.

Come on!

Damn it, come on!

No.

- No, please! - She's gone, Rodrigo.

- No. - We lost her.

He's stabilizing.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Subtitle translation by: Josephine Irving