Classy

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Classy (3-2) is a level in Rhythm Doctor. The Night Shift version is Classy (Night).

Classy
Screenshot of the level Classy
"What's taking so long?!"
Level No.3-2
BPM115
Patient(s)
Pager
Pre-clear[Sorry, this patient just barged into the hospital without filling out any forms. He seems to be in a rush. Let's see what he needs.]
Post-clearTreatment successful. Patient hasn't filled out the proper forms to be discharged, but he seems to be relieved from symptoms.
Ranks
Snot a scratch. congratulations
A (7)master multitasker
B (13)competent enough
C (20)might hear about this on the evening news
D (26)might hear about this on the mid-day news
Fat least patients can't give you bad reviews if they're unconscious..
Act 3
← 3-1 Sleepy Garden 3-3 Distant Duet
3-2N Classy (Night)
"Better late than never. Our taxes pay for this?"

It introduces Richard Hugh.

Synopsis

After noticing a politician enter the hospital, Ian and Paige discuss if they should treat the politician or elderly patient first, with Ian concluding that the Politician gets the treatment due to his political power. The politician interrupts the tutorial and demands to be treated first, threatening the loss of their jobs if they don't treat him at his rally. The player simultaneously treats the Samurai, Logan, and Richard Hugh through their respective heart issues, in their separate rooms. The level starts with the Samurai and Logan being treated at the same time, before gradually building up into having all three patients treated at once. After the level, Richard Hugh expresses outrage at being given the Rhythm Doctor treatment. He insults the player for their lack of response toward him, claiming he'll call the hospital's supervisor, before leaving in anger. Paige nonchalantly moves on to her next duty, treating Mr. Stevenson. She tells us that a new patient has been admitted and asks us to check up on them.

Transcript

  So, we've got a senior citizen requiring care...
  ...but now, apparently, there's a politician in here who demands to be treated first.
  Hey Ian, this is like straight out of our textbooks.
  What framework do we use to decide who to treat first?
  Under a fair and egalitarian RHS, what do we do?
  ...uh...
  Ian! We studied this barely a year ago! A whole Medical Ethics course, remember?
  ...we did??
  Ohhh yeah, yeah, that ethics course.
  (I didn't know that applied to real life...)
  Okay okay, I remember now.
  QALY! Right? "Quality Adjusted Life Years."
  Yup, exactly. And how does it work?
  It's, like...a formula to calculate the value of people's lives.
  And the one who has the higher number wins, right?
  Hmm...so, between these two patients...
  Uh...does QALY include political power as a factor?
  No, Ian, it does not.
  Well, if we don't treat him, he'll slash our funding next year.
  Case closed! The politician wins! Sorry, gramps...
[Tutorial with Farmer begins, before Richard interrupts]
  What's taking so long?!
  A tutorial?
  No tutorial, you treat me! Now!
  Shoo, farmer boy!
[Farmer exits]
  No, Hugh, come back! You're great at tutorials!
If first beat is missed:
  That was fast...
  Pay attention!
If first beat is hit:
  "Hugh"...how dare he share my name.
  Great job, intern!
  Look! He's got two Xs on his ECG!
  Huh! Why's his heart skipping so much?
  Is he feeling overwhelmed lately?
  What was that?! Me, overwhelmed?!
  How dare you!
  Ugh, you wasted too much of my time.
  I've got an important speech to give...
  ...that I'm 100% not nervous about...
  ...and I need the best possible medical care!
  If you fancy med grads want to still have your job tomorrow, you better come treat me at my rally.
  That seemed to work well enough. Good job.
  Oh no, he's back. Here we go.
  What is the meaning of this?!
  I step away for ONE SECOND, and you think you can get away with using some shabby long-distance treatment on me?
  Ridiculous. Disrespectful. I came here for the highest-quality doctors. Personalized care! Whatever happened to that?
  You! The disheveled-looking dropout behind the screen thingy. I demand to know who you are.
  I'm reporting you to your superiors! What's your name?
  AGHH! This is what I'm talking about! You think you can ignore me when I'm talking to you?
  No manners, around here! Do you know who I am?! I'm Richard Hugh!
  I'm the nation's bloody Health Secretary!
  Trying to pass off my delicate operation to some intern in their basement. How dare you?
  Just wait until I tell the cable networks.
  If I'm not mistaken, wasn't your party completely okay with this whole Rhythm Doctor initiative?
  Hmph! Details, details! When I signed off on that, I didn't think that I would get stuck with one of these bargain-bin interns!
  I can't stay here. This place is musty and smells like shellfish.
  I can't wait to have a phone call with your supervisor. Good day!
  ...Well, that was something.
  Anyway, back to our jobs. There's an elderly gentleman who needs me. Mr. Stevenson.
  He keeps dozing off, so I haven't been able to speak with him yet.
  He's experiencing some heartblock, I'll take care of it and get his x-rays done.
  There's a new patient here too, I haven't met them.
  Can you handle it for me? Let's split up. Thanks!
  I just saw a dude in a suit bust in here and skip the whole line.
  Was that the Health Secretary?
  That guy's always yelling about medical workers on TV. Makin' us sound entitled.
  So I stopped paying for cable. I don't need to watch the news.
  If I wanted to get yelled at all day, I'd just come into work.

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