Learn German 🇩🇪 German Listening Comprehension - The Health Scare

What? Julius? Is that you? Oh, hello, Margaret. Yes, it's me. That's early for you. You usually sleep until noon on Saturdays, don't you? I thought you were a morning person. Yes, usually indeed. But not today. I must... I have to step out for a moment. Where are you in such a hurry to? To the supermarket? Have they even opened yet? Yes, exactly. Supermarket. I need ice. What? Now? It's November, Julius. It's five degrees outside. Do you want to have a party? No, no party. I just need it for... for beverages. I am thirsty for cold drinks. Very cold drinks. Also, I'd better be going now. Bye. Wait a moment. Julius, are you okay? You look a bit pale somehow. You're sweating all over your forehead. I'm doing great, really. Everything's fine. I'm only in a hurry. The supermarket is closing soon. Uh, I mean, he's about to open up. And I want to be the first. Because of the ice. Julius, why are you holding your right arm so strangely? You're holding him so tightly against your belly. What? No, I'm not doing that. That is my new stance. That's good for the back. My trainer told me. Your trainer? Last week you told me that sports are a waste of time. Show me. No, really, Margret. It's nothing. Just a small scratch. I bumped into something. At the door. It doesn't hurt at all. A small scratch doesn't hurt enough to turn someone pale as a ghost. Julius, I am a nurse. I can see when someone is in pain. You're trembling almost constantly. I am not trembling. I'm only cold. Because I don't have any ice yet. Enough of this nonsense now. Please stay where you are. Show me your arm. Immediately. Well then. But don't be frightened. It's really not that bad. I believe it. Oh my God, Julius. You call that a small scratch? Your whole hand is bright red. And here at the wrist. That's already causing blisters. Yes, it might look a bit wild. But it's already going. Wait a minute. What is that on the skin? It shines so greasy. And it smells... Does it smell like breakfast? That is butter. Good German brand butter. Please tell me that's a joke. You put butter on a burn. Yes, of course. That's how you do it. My grandmother always used to say, Kind, if you burn yourself, Put butter on it right away. The fat soothes the skin. This is an old home remedy. Your grandmother, of course. But that is the worst thing you can do. Julius, listen to me. That is dangerous. Why dangerous? Butter is natural, after all. Fat stores heat. If you put butter on a hot burn, Then you trap the heat in the skin. You're frying your own hand further, like a schnitzel in the pan. Oh. That's why it still hurts so much? I thought it had to be that way. No, that doesn't have to be the case. We must wash that down immediately. Come with me. We're going to your apartment. Immediately. But I wanted to buy ice cream. Forget the ice. We need running water. Now then. Come on, open up. Okay, hand under the faucet. Yes, exactly like that. The water must be cold. but not ice cold. So it is good. Wow, that really burns. And the water is annoying. My entire jacket gets wet. Carefully take off the jacket, But don't take your hand out of the water jet. I'll help you. So. Now let the water run. Okay, it has now been safely a minute. The butter is gone. Can I stop? No. At least ten minutes. Better fifteen. Fifteen minutes? Margaret, that's water wastage. I'm getting bored. I can't possibly stand here for a quarter of an hour. and my hand wash. But you can do that. And you must do that. Listen, Julius. Even if the pan is gone, Is the heat still in your tissue? The cells continue to cook. Do you understand? The heat remains in the tissue. The water takes away the heat. It feels like torture. I worked in Antarctica, you know? At minus 40 degrees. We've endured all kinds of things. But here in my own kitchen to be defeated by a bit of hot metal, That's embarrassing. You were in Antarctica? Really? Yes, Kohnen Research Station. Queen Mordland. I was there for months. We have collected ice core samples. Hard work. No luxury. And definitely not a nurse who tells me, how long I should wash my hands Well, you're lucky you're in Berlin now and not in eternal ice. Here, they take care of you. Also, stay nice and standing. Twelve minutes left. How did that actually happen? You're usually handy with your hands, aren't you? I mean, Anyone who survives in Antarctica should surely be able to cook. Well, I wanted to practice cooking. I'm currently trying to improve my cooking skills. Not just canned food all the time. I wanted to pan-sear a perfect steak. A steak sounds delicious. And then? I had the pan on the highest heat setting. Really hot. So that this beautiful crust exists. And then? Then I saw him. Who have you seen? A burglar? No. A kingfisher. Right outside the window. On the branch of the old oak. A real kingfisher, Margaret. Right in the middle of Berlin. That is extremely rare. The blue plumage had glowed so brightly. A bird? You burned yourself because of a bird? It is not just any bird. It's a fantastic motif. I wanted to get my camera. It is always on the kitchen table. I reached over without looking. And my arm hit full force against the edge of the cast-iron skillet. Ah, I see. The great adventurer Julius Jager. He is fighting against snowstorms and polar bears. But a small blue bird and a frying pan knock him out. Go ahead, laugh. The photo would have been worth a price, if I had managed to do it You and your photos. You're really obsessed, aren't you? Photography is important. One must seize the moment. Otherwise he's gone. Just like my skin right now. Your skin will be restored again, if you keep cooling down nicely. Eight minutes left. You know, such accidents happen quite often. That's exactly why I'm here. Here in my kitchen? No, in Berlin. I am participating in an exchange program. I come from a huge hospital in New Jersey. Penn Medicine. Everything there is big. Laut Automatically. And here? I work in a smaller clinic here. One has more time for people. In the USA everything is very fast and often very expensive. What I like here is that more care is taken. It's not just business. Old habits are hard to change. I hate going to the doctor's office here. I always wait until it goes away on its own. Why? Because you're afraid of injections? No. Because I'm used to handling things myself. In Antarctica or later in the mines of Norway, There wasn't a doctor around the corner. If you had pain, you kept going. You grit your teeth. This is the Survival Mode. Survival mode He who complains loses. I understand that. In the wilderness, one must be strong. But Julius, look around you. You are in a beautiful, warm apartment in Berlin. Yes, I know. You don't have to just cope with it. You may ask for help. That is not a weakness. That's clever. If you ignore the burning, it will ignite. Then you won't be able to hold a camera for weeks. Is that strong? No, that would be pretty dumb. Eben. Also let me help you. I do that gladly. So, the water is out. The skin looks better already, but there will be a blister. I'm going to put a sterile dressing around it now. Very relaxed. Thank you. It actually hurts less. The water helped. See? Science works. Hey, you said earlier you like knitting, right? Oh yes, that's my hobby. I knit hats, scarves, and small figures. It relaxes me after work. I'm even trying to sell a few things online, on Etsy. That's so cool. Is the business running? Not at all. Nobody buys anything. I think it's due to my photos. I do it with the phone, in the evenings on the sofa. They are always blurry or the colors look wrong. The beautiful dark red looks like brown mud in the photos. Brown mud sells poorly, that's true. I am not a photographer, either. I can treat wounds, but I can't set light. But I can do that. Listen, Margaret. You saved my hand. I only have one working hand at the moment, But I have a tripod and very good lamps. Do you mean to say that? I'll take the photos for you. Professional product photos. As soon as my hand is okay again. Or I'll guide you, and you press the trigger. Would you do that? Really? Got it. Let's call it the Neighborhood Exchange Program. Medical care against photography. Deal, that sounds fair. But first, the hand must heal. Okay, now rotate the knitted owl a bit more to the left. Yes, perfect. The light is now falling exactly onto the mesh structure. Wow, Julius. Look at it on the screen. This looks just like something out of a magazine. The colors shine properly. It's due to the white balance. Your phone makes the light turn yellow. But with this daylight lamp, the true colors come out. That looks very high quality. Incredible, thank you. This will save my shop. But now let me quickly see your hand. Change of connection. Here, I was very good. Hmm, that looks very good. No inflammation; the bladder is already drying out. You kept them dry? Yes, I put a plastic bag over my hand while showering. I looked like an idiot. But it worked. No butter. Modern medicine works better than grandmothers' myths. I'm glad you realize that. You are a good patient. I also need to be fit. I have guests this evening. Visit? A date? Maybe. Lisa from the third floor. She's coming for dinner. You cook? Julius, please tell me you're not frying anything. Don't worry. There is gazpacho. Cold Spanish soup. And prayer. The stove remains off. Very clever. And one last tip from your nurse. When a bird flies past the window... Then I'll ignore him. Promised. Have fun on your date, Julius. And thank you for the wonderful photos. Thanks for the hand, Margret. See you soon.