St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose.
Soundproof room.
"..."
Adam held Shaun's hands to keep the autistic agitation from hurting himself.
When he heard that Shaun wanted to smash someone's windows, he was taken aback at first, then realized where Shaun might have picked up that bad habit.
Whenever things did not go his way, he wanted to smash other people's windows.
Very childish.
Emmm.
He had probably learned it while living rough with his brother and struggling to survive outside.
Back then, maybe he could get away with it by relying on being a minor.
But now that he was an adult, he would get beaten up if he kept doing this.
Back in Adam's home state of Texas, getting shot was also highly likely.
"Hang in there."
Adam soothed him. "I have several friends who are similar to you.
One of them, like you, works in a profession that requires extreme stability.
He trained himself this way, and now he is doing very well.
So if you want to become a qualified surgeon, you have to endure this.
Gradually adapt to this noise and bright light, until you can at least fully control your body for a certain amount of time.
Let's start with ten minutes."
"I am a surgeon, I am a surgeon, I am a surgeon!!!"
Held down by Adam, Shaun could neither bang his head with his hands nor grab things to smash or kick wildly to vent destructively.
Hearing Adam's words, he could only tremble all over as he repeated the phrase. In the end, veins bulged across his face as he shouted it out, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.
"Yes, you can be a surgeon, provided you first control your own body."
Adam continued soothing him. "Think about your talent. As long