Adam Recommends You Take Some Blood Pressure Medication
Medical Center.
Operating Room.
Having devolved from a surgeon into a worried family member, Mark ultimately suppressed the urge to forcibly stop the surgery.
Still, he chose to let Adam handle this dangerous step.
As long as they were not demanding a 100% success rate, 99% certainty and 95% certainty were entirely different concepts.
And, contrary to Murphy's Law, the result still landed within that 99%.
"Whew."
Mark let out a long breath.
"Are you still a playboy?"
Adam glanced at him and teased.
"Of course!"
Mark held his head high.
"No, you're already a qualified father."
Dr. Montgomery teased, "And an old grandpa!"
"..."
The corner of Mark's mouth twitched. He had no response.
That joke was going to follow him around for a long time.
"Are you planning to take her in?"
Adam asked as he wrapped up the procedure.
"Of course."
Mark nodded. "She's my daughter, and she has nowhere else to go."
"Do you remember that patient who got breast implants for her husband's fortieth birthday?"
Adam abruptly changed the subject.
"What happened to her?"
Mark froze.
"She came looking for you last night, saying she had chest tightness and shortness of breath."
Adam smiled. "You had already gone home, so I helped diagnose her.
Don't worry, it wasn't an implant complication.
Her husband had turned forty and was no longer quite up to the task.
To keep their marriage harmonious, she secretly mixed his blood pressure medication into his oatmeal at breakfast.
Mark, I suggest you take some blood pressure medication for a while..."
"Pfft!"
Dr. Montgomery nearly laughed herself breathless.
"..."
Mark's face went black as charcoal.
"I'm joking."
Adam looked at him and smiled. "You obviously can't take blood pressure medication carelessly... but you get