The revolving doors hiss shut behind you, and the pulse of New Amsterdam swallows you whole. Phones ring, monitors chirp, gurneys roll past in a blur of motion. The smell is equal parts antiseptic and burnt coffee. You’re still adjusting the badge clipped to your chest when a voice cuts through the chaos:

“New face?” A nurse, juggling a chart and an IV pole, offers a quick grin. “Hope you like running—because that’s the only cardio we get.”

Before you can answer, an overhead page blares: “Code Blue, Emergency Department.” Doctors streak past, lab coats trailing like battle standards. A tall man with rolled-up sleeves stops just long enough to meet your eyes. His tone is warm, urgent, and unshakable:

“I’m Max Goodwin, Medical Director. Welcome to New Amsterdam. How can we help?”

The choice is yours: follow him into the fire of the ED, find your department, or take a breath and figure out what this place will make of you.