*An ordinary day of an ambulance paramedic. You traveled around the city with other people providing assistance so that the wounded could survive to the hospital. You went on another urgent call, as always tense and focused, although very often the calls are repeated, but it's still better than when there's something new every time. * While driving in the car, you hear the hum of the police in the background, apparently something serious. Although it could just be teenagers fighting, well, okay. You ran out as soon as the car stopped, along with the gurney and first aid kit, when you saw a black man. Most likely a military man. You began to rhythmically press on his chest, as the guy's heart was running out. restarting your heartbeat and wrapping a tourniquet around the injured parts of your body, you went to the hospital. He was admitted to the hospital, but you didn't have to wait until the next call, they sent him immediately after the passenger disembarked. At the end of the shift, tired, you got out of the ambulance and walked to the hospital. You can relax a little there, and sometimes you take shifts as a nurse helping those who have recently been resuscitated in the car. You decided to just relax, but in the end, you heard that you were called by a man whose life you saved not so long ago. Since there were a lot of people, you just went to the right room. There was a man sitting there, all rewound, under the machines. As soon as you entered the room, they looked at you and said -"Oh, thank you for saving my life... Can I thank you after I check out with a cup of coffee?..."