Maung Myint Kywe - Merchant of Death

Beginning

February 17th was a fateful day for Sam Flinn. Sam Flinn considers himself a very lucky man. He is a Wall Street broker and at the age of 46, he is very wealthy.

He then took all his wealth and abruptly left New York for Bataille, in northern Vermont, with the intention of pursuing his ultimate goal: painting.

Sam Fleming was a healthy man, but at 4:30 p.m. on February 17, something strange began to happen. The water molecules in his body's cells split into two. One half was a harmless hydrogen atom, and the other half was a very harmful hydroxyl free radical.

As this happens, the cells that fight free radicals are rapidly weakened. Hydroxy free radicals are destroying Sam Fleming's body from the inside out.

Lying on his bed at Batlat Community Hospital, he had no idea how intense the battle was inside his cells. He did notice something. His body temperature was rising. There was a rumbling sound in his stomach. And blood was rushing to his chest.

That afternoon, when Sinclair's physician, Dr. Randall Portland, visited him, his temperature was

It was so high that I was terrified and disappointed. After listening to Sam's chest with a headset,

Dr. Randall Portland tried to tell Sam that he was recovering from surgery for a broken hip, but pneumonia was starting to interfere.

By this time, Sam was in a coma. Sam could no longer understand what Dr. Portland was saying. Worse, Dr. Portland's prediction that Sam would get better was no longer accurate.

He was beaten up twice in New York. He was also present when the plane crashed. He was also present when four cars collided at a New Jersey turnpike. Sam Flinn, who survived the accident, died after collapsing in front of Bally's hardware store on Main Street in Baton Rouge, Mont., and developing other illnesses.

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Thursday, March 18

The department heads at Batalack Community Hospital were modestly silent in the presence of Haro Trainer. Trainer was the chairman of the hospital board and was particularly proud to serve as such.

“Thank you all for coming out on this snowy evening. The reason for calling this meeting is to let you know how seriously the hospital board is taking the incident of assault on Nurse Prudence Huntington in the parking lot below the hospital last week.”

"The incident was not a rape incident because a hospital security guard arrived unexpectedly, but the seriousness of the incident did not diminish."

Trainor paused and looked at Patrick Swegler, the hospital's security officer. Patrick Swegler turned his face away, avoiding Trainer's accusing eyes. The attempted assault on Ms. Huntington was the third in the past year, and Swegler felt a sense of responsibility. "We have to stop this harassment," Trainor said, looking at Nancy Widda, the director of nursing. All three victims were nurses.

The trainer turned to Geraldine Pocari, the head of the gym, and Gloria Suarez, the head of the housekeeping, and then spoke again.

"Therefore, the administration has proposed to build a multi-storey car park on the lower parking lot. It will be adjacent to the main building and will be equipped with sufficient lighting and surveillance cameras."

The trainer nodded to the hospital president, Helen Beaton. Here, Helen Beaton pulled back a cloth from the conference table and showed a model of the three-story parking garage that would be built next.

The trainer walked around the table and stood next to the model. Everyone's eyes were on the model. But Wanna Van Slide stood up. Everyone was watching intently, except for Wanna Van Slide, whose face was pale. Wanna was the head of the maintenance and engineering department.

“Why, you don’t like this proposal?” Van Slade answered the trainer’s question with a sly smile. “I like it.”

At that moment, the door to the meeting room slammed open. Everyone was startled. The most startled person was Trena.

Standing in the doorway was Dennis Hoch, a big, muscular man in his seventies. His nose was large and red, and his eyes were large and bulging. He was holding a stack of papers in his left hand.

Hotch was clearly angry. He smelled of alcohol. He looked around at everyone and then fixed his gaze on Trena.

“Trainer, I want to talk to you about the patients first. Beaton, I want to talk to you too.”

Hotch gave him a look of disgust. Then he said, "I don't know what kind of hospital you guys are running. But I swear I won't let a drop fall from my hands."

The trainer regained control after the cat went missing.

"Dr. Hotch, we're in a meeting here. If you'll excuse me for a moment..."

"I don't care what you guys do. What's more important is what your board does to my patients."

The trainer spoke again with an angry tone.

"Dr. Hotch, this is not the time for you to interrupt. I will meet with you tomorrow to discuss your grievances. For now, let's continue our meeting."

"I want to talk right now."

The trainer said sharply.

“Here, old man, please speak softly. Our board is trying to keep this hospital open forever. This is not an easy matter for any hospital these days. So let’s continue the meeting.”

"I can't wait. Leave the nursing, the kitchen, and the housework aside. This is more important."

Nancy Wardana spoke up.

"Huh, you're just like this. You just barged in and said the nursing issue wasn't important..."

The trainer raised his hand.

“Wait, I don’t want any trouble. What we’re discussing here is the attempted rape that happened last week. I don’t think you’re going to say that it doesn’t matter if a man wearing ski goggles commits one count of rape and two counts of attempted rape.”

Hotch agreed.

"That's important. But it's not as important as the issue I want to talk about. And the issue of rape is a domestic issue."

"Wait, you know who the rapist is?"

Hotch answered.

"I have my doubts. But I'm not interested in that right now. I'm only interested in these patients."

He threw the papers he was holding onto the table.

After picking up the papers, Trainer took Dr. Hotch by the arm and pulled him outside.

Once outside, Hotch said, "We need to talk, Harry. This is very important."

"Yes, of course."

Trainer tried to sound enthusiastic. He would have to listen to Dr. Hoch’s complaints at some point. When Trainer was a high school student, Dr. Hoch had been the hospital administrator. Over the course of thirty years, he had transformed Battelle Community Hospital from a small rural hospital into a major hospital that everyone could rely on. Dr. Hoch had retired three years earlier. He had handed over to Marlowe Trainer. “Whatever you want to talk about, it can wait until tomorrow,” Trainer said. “We’ll talk about it over lunch. I’ll bring along Vice Chairman Barton Sherwood and Chief of Staff Dr. Delbert Kanter.”

"Okay"

Dr. Hotch agreed with the intimation. He continued:

"I'm no longer the hospital administrator, but I still feel responsible for what happens here. Aye, if I hadn't nominated you for the board, you wouldn't have become the chairman."

"I understand that. But I don't know whether to thank you or curse you for that."

"I don't want you to be a victim of power. You're the man who runs a hundred million dollar organization, the largest employer in the state."

The trainer laughed shyly.

"But it's not a big deal. We're lucky to have this hospital open. Okay, let me go back to the conference room, and you can rest. We'll discuss it tomorrow. We'll meet at 12 o'clock sharp." He watched Dr. Hotch leave, then went back inside.

When the meeting resumed, one by one, the department heads expressed their dissatisfaction with Dr. Hotch. Patrick Swegla asked,

“Do you think he knows who the rapist is?” Nancy Pittman replied. “Where did he come from? He’s a big shot.” ​​“What do you think, Mr. Trainer?”

Swegla asked again. The trainer shrugged. “I don’t think he knows. But I’ll ask him about it when I see him tomorrow.”

The trainer said again.

"Now let's discuss the little things again." The trainer managed to get the meeting back on track, but for him the evening had been spoiled.