I recently took the driver to the ambulance. A large American car that can’t be filled with any equipment. The work was monotonous. We go out for small things. Not to pursue you on the streets, not to turn on the whistleblower.
In general, at the end of the change, I throw to the house of the Feldscher. The place is off-shore, there is almost no traffic - so I decided to get off. He turned on his orals and whistles - with the wind a couple of crossings flew... beauty! (True, the boss will know – the brain will blow up)
In general, I bring him with such honors before entering, loading out.
Five minutes later, the emergency call is in the same house. The heart. Well I think I was scared by my noise lighting effects who!
I rushed with the doctor back, and our officer at the entrance is running around the grandmother... loaded, delivered, rescued.
As it turns out: the grandmothers on the bench saw an arms and lighting ambulance coming in. They only have one heart on the 10th floor. They are to her. She has a bad heart on the floor. Here is our helper and it was useful...
If it were not for my desire to stumble, I think, and it would be too late to save my heart.