Daily Good Deed

"Mr. Gale, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Adam looked at the distressed young white man and said, "If not, let's stop here for today. I'll help you contact the most caring psychologist."

Although he was a little curious, he wouldn't interfere if the other party didn't want to talk about it.

Adam had already guessed most of the root cause of the suffering of white youth.

Having some knowledge of Island Nation films, anime, and pornography in his previous life, he was no longer shocked by the plot to the point of having his worldview shattered.

Because the Island Nation has already filmed every possible classic storyline.

In this respect, Adam certainly had the right to say to the young white man, "We doctors have seen everything..."

Seeing Adam get up, the young white man panicked; he was already ashamed to have come to see a doctor.

If we change doctors, will more people find out?

Isn't that even more shameful!

Moreover, although Dr. Duncan is young, he seems very professional.

So the young white man gritted his teeth, took out his wallet from his backpack, and handed a photo to Adam.

"Really."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle to himself upon seeing this.

The image above shows a beautiful woman in a bikini, leaning against a kitchen wall, with a radiant smile.

Well, this plot is all too familiar.

"Your stepmother?"

Adam switched from a professional smile to a professional seriousness.

"How do you know?"

The young white man asked incredulously, "How do you seem to know everything?"

"First of all, for you to make up such an absurd story, this woman must have a close relationship with you."

Adam said professionally, "Then your brother's woman isn't either, which is definitely more serious than that, and probably involves deeper ethical issues."

The woman in the photo is very young, in her late twenties or early thirties, at most a few years older than you. She is definitely not your mother, and you and she have no genetic similarities whatsoever.

The older sister can also be ruled out.

Besides a young stepmother, are there any other possibilities?

"Yes."

Seeing that Adam wasn't looking at him strangely, and now that things had come to this point, the young white man decided to be frank. "It's my stepmother. She likes to walk around the house in a bikini or less. I... I just can't control myself from thinking about her."

Tsk!

Adam was amazed.

Bikinis already use enough fabric, what the heck is less than a bikini...?

"Your father isn't home?"

Adam asked.

"He went to Europe on a business trip."

The young white man became agitated. "It's just the two of us at home now, and she does this every day. She even gives me massages. Every time she finishes a massage, I lie there for an hour and I don't dare to get up at all."

She's seducing you.

Adam carefully observed the white youth's micro-expressions. With his microscopic insight gained after ascending to super genius status, coupled with psychological analysis, it was almost impossible for the white youth to deceive him.

Yes!

Adam did not fully believe the white youth's words.

The same thing, expressed by different people, can yield completely opposite answers.

It's like when a powerful person commits a crime, they feel that the person who was wronged is playing a game with them.

However, such an obvious lie could not fool Adam.

White youths wouldn't undergo chemical castration for this reason.

Then there is another possibility.

White youth have mental illnesses.

Although the various temptations of stepmothers may not actually exist, he genuinely believed it, and his moral compass, far exceeding that of the average person, led him to choose extreme preventative measures.

If that's the case, then even he himself is deceiving himself, and all he says is the truth; Adam wouldn't be able to tell the difference between truth and falsehood.

It seems that either the white youth is telling the truth, or the white youth has a mental illness.

Because everything he said was 'true'.

"Isn't it obvious?"

The young white man said emotionally, "But she's my mother, I can't do that, so I came to you to get a contraceptive injection so I can calmly wait until my dad comes home or until I go to college. Can you help me?"

Since the young white man showed no signs of mental illness at the moment, Adam decided to assume that what he said was true.

In this scenario, most men would make the same choices as people from the Island Nation.

But this young white man, in order not to do anything that would betray his father or violate ethics, was willing to risk permanent chemical castration as a form of self-prevention.

Looking at it this way, the young white man really is a good son to his father.

Adam nodded to himself.

Such people deserve help.

Thinking of this, Adam picked up a pen and paper, quickly wrote a few lines, and handed them to the white youth.

"What's this?"

The young white man was puzzled.

"I have a friend who does charity work. They have an office in New York and they are hiring. You can go there part-time, and they will provide you with accommodation."

Adam laughed and said, "Isn't it simpler to just move it out than to use chemical castration?"

The young white man was taken aback, then overjoyed, repeatedly thanking him, "Thank you, thank you!"

Adam wasn't surprised that he hadn't thought of the simpler option.

The white young man looked like an honest, introverted person; otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with such an extreme idea.

He was still a poor student about to go to college, so it was normal that he didn't have the money to move out.

Poverty limited his imagination.

The endless temptations sparked his imagination, but all he could think about was solving the problem at its root.

He couldn't deal with his stepmother, so he could only deal with himself.

"You're welcome."

Adam stood up. "You are a good son. Keep this in mind, and I believe you will also achieve great things in philanthropy."

People with such a strong sense of morality are always much better at doing charity than ordinary people.

It would be a good thing if Caroline's Ellis Charity Foundation had more people like her.

Maybe many years from now, another Caroline will emerge.

This can be considered Adam doing a good deed each day.

Nurse station.

"What illness?"

Susan laughed.

"I made a mistake for a moment."

Adam smiled and briefly explained the situation.

Susan smiled, not showing any surprise.

She's been working in the emergency room for four or five years now, and she's seen and heard all sorts of strange things.

This is really nothing.

"You handled it very well."

Susan praised, "Only you could do that. How could a doctor just find him a part-time job that he could move into immediately?"

"It was a coincidence; a friend's charity was hiring."

Adam smiled reservedly.

Given his status as a billionaire, if he wants to live a peaceful and stable life as a doctor, he should keep a low profile.

If the white youth hadn't had such a strong sense of morality, making him seem agreeable to Adam, he wouldn't have offered to help.

Susan gave Adam a deep look, understood what Adam meant, and moved on from the topic.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before Susan was called away.

At that moment, Alex pushed an African American man in a wheelchair over, and the two walked over chatting and laughing.

Adam narrowed his eyes and went to meet him.