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The patient complaining of parietal abdominal pain would concern you the MOST is the one who:A) walks out to the ambulance informing you he has the worst "belly ache."B) is sitting upright in a chair, moaning in pain, and drinking antacid.C) is rolling about on the floor complaining of pain.D) is lying on the floor very still and quiet with his knees drawn up to his chest.
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