Fausto 5.0 Page #2

Continue with Naproxen.

Renol.

Very good.

I have the file in front of me.

Renol.

Let's withdraw his breather.

- Withdraw it?

- Completely.

The corticoids as well.

And watch his apnea.

Watch his evolution.

- Is his mother still with him?

- She hasn't moved.

Who is it?

Doctor?

- Who is it?

- Doctor?

Dr., are you still there?

Julia, my dinner's here.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Is this for real?

Great.

I love luxury hotels.

When I get rich,

I'll live in one like this.

Who are you?

I hear you're eminent.

I asked you something.

I study medicine.

This helps me pay

my registration fees.

I told Santos

I didn't want anything.

I have no idea.

What do you have to do

to be eminent?

Study a lot...

or drink a lot of milk?

I told Santos...

Hold this.

Who is it?

Room service.

Your breakfast.

Come in and leave it

next to the bed.

Okay.

Which one of the two?

The one that was slept in.

Do you want orange

or strawberry marmalade?

- Strawberry.

- Great, me too.

Good book.

A little slow though.

But that's okay.

They never make f***in' toast properly.

What a pain!

What are you doing here?

- How'd you get in?

- That's easy.

A friend in maintenance

owed me a little favor.

And talking about favors,

now you owe me one.

The suitcase.

The old lady went to pick it up.

We'll never know what was in it.

- How'd you sleep?

- Fine.

- Please leave.

- Sure.

I told reception no calls.

You need to rest up a bit.

Well, what can I do for you?

Get out.

You have to go.

Sure, and so do you.

It's almost eleven...

and from here to the

University we've got...

You're the one who's leaving.

Just a moment.

It's for you.

- For me?

- Yes, for you.

I said I'd be here.

Excuse me. Yes?

Hey, man, what's up?

I'm with a friend.

What is it?

Yeah.

Okay, five minutes.

I can't go with you.

I'm so sorry.

Did I give you my card?

Yesterday.

Well, here,

I get a good price on them.

If you need any,

or anything else, just call.

At any time.

Will you?

Don't worry.

Yes?

- Julia.

- Doctor.

I called this morning

but couldn't get through.

They made a mistake.

Listen.

Do me a favor.

Find a Santos Vella's

medical record.

- With a double "I".

- Like in mozzarella.

Send it to me at the University.

Right away.

For your lecture?

Of course.

Find the origin of the illness

in the body. Surround it...

in an attempt to establish

the progress of the metastasis.

Determining what organs

were infected first.

Who infected who?

Differentiating the focal point

from the satellites.

A sick body is like a freeway,

full of signs.

Of indicators.

Some are clear, luminous.

Others are concealed.

Illness is a clumsy criminal.

It leaves clues.

Many times, the body itself

is the origin of the illness.

It creates it and

encourages it along the way.

From where?

Is there an evil gland?

Ancient people spent their lives

searching for it.

They thought that removing it,

they would eradicate the illness.

Today,

in certain Asian countries...

live rats are inserted

in the sick patients' bodies...

to track down putrefaction

amongst the healthy organs.

We now know that gland

is not in the human body.

It's in the soul.

In those occasions, the illness...

is a self-destructive process.

Trying to check it is like...

trying to stop a suicidal person.

Death...

always finds its way.

It is an end that...

cannot be refused.

It's there from the very beginning.

It's part of the deal

ever since we're born.

All births...

carry an implicit death.

It is not enough to teach students...

how to eradicate the illness.

We must also learn...

to accept it.

Doctor!

Do me the honor.

You know each other, right?

Listen to me.

I don't know how you do this...

nor why, but I don't care!

I don't want to see you again!

I want you to go,

to disappear from my life!

Watch what you're asking for.

It could come true.

Sir.

I thought you could use it.

Why are you so surprised?

I told you yesterday, in the car.

I'm here to make you happy.

I don't want your help...

and I'm not interested

in your ghost stories.

You're not the first terminal

case to get better.

You say you're my patient,

but I'm not sure.

I think you're a charlatan...

and you bore me to no end!

- I don't believe a word you say.

- Ask.

What?

Make a wish.

Whatever you want.

I wish...

to go.

Granted.

If someone...

If you could make a wish...

- what would you wish?

- Everything.

More money, to f*** more...

an orgy with five broads...

and one of them black.

And you?

At 13:
46 we register

the first cortical activity.

Sweating, motivity and spasms.

Voluntary medullary movements...

and cornea, labial

and trachea reflexes...

that continue until 13:52.

Oculocephalic reactions after...

lateralization and heave

movements of the head.

Blood pressure stabilized,

and behavioral response...

to nociceptive stimuli.

At 13:
59, the oxygen mask and

endotrachea catheter were removed

without symptoms of apnea.

Three minutes later,

he hugs his mother.

17 minutes in total.

Isn't that incredible?

Incredible, yes.

I called the University,

but you had already left.

- Aren't you pleased?

- Of course.

I'll give you the report tomorrow.

I'll take the first train.

Doctor.

It's the most amazing recovery

I've ever seen.

Congratulations.

What are you looking for?

Fausto, have you lost

your speech?

What are you doing?

Please, sir!

God, I just picked it up!

...dying has become so indecent

that it is disguised and sterilized...

between clean

and opaque hospital walls.

Death exists.

It forms part of life.

It may be the non-life.

Santos Vella.

Although it's been repressed,

exiled...

from the social awareness

it had belonged to...

the greatest deceit

for the dying...

Have we met before?

I don't think so.

It is not charity

for those who are to die...

Are you sure?

I think we have.

At a hospital, maybe?

I doubt it.

I visit my patients at home.

Then at some brothel.

...a causal illness

of progressive evolution...

with a prognosis

of one month to live...

a treatment of proved

inefficiency...

and a loss of hope for recovery.

The clinical reports...

indicate the degree of damage...

or organic insufficiency,

and allow establishing deadlines.

Terminal processes.

Excuse me.

What did you say your name is?

I didn't say.

Doctor Fierro.

Which implies

an old acquaintance...

who I'd rather not see...

- Doctor Fierro.

- Yes.

- Cardiologist?

- No, dermatologist.

What a coincidence!

You too?

No. I've got some spots.

What do you think?

It's the first time.

...of a pilgrimage that begins...

with the birth of said protocol.

These images belong to research...

work and surgical revitalization

of tissues...

carried out

over a two-year period...

which we call

the blue phase of the project.

They were taken...

during the operations

carried out by...

the professional team

coordinated by...

I gave the tape to her.

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