A Son and Daughter from the Sky

Medical Center.

Emergency room.

Adam scanned the area but found nothing unusual.

On second thought, this is normal.

After such a major accident, a normal person would pay extra attention to their physical condition.

If I feel even slightly unwell, I will definitely tell the doctor, for fear that I may have injured myself somewhere.

It is extremely rare to find someone like that middle-aged African American woman who insisted on showing off Goddess of Fortune she was, only busy bragging to others about her experience and completely ignoring her physical discomfort.

The rest of the day.

Injured people are still being brought in intermittently.

No way.

The efficiency of United States rescue workers is questionable.

The Medical Center is the best Teaching Hospital in New York.

As long as the Medical Center doesn't report to the emergency center that it can't take any more patients, emergency personnel will generally prioritize sending critically ill patients there.

Would a for-profit Medical Center turn away these patients?

Stop joking.

The United States is a country that believes in the winner-takes-all principle.

Hospitals are no exception.

Why did Dr. Richard, the Chief of Surgery, bring in Dr. Shepherd first, and then bring in Dr. Montgomery despite Dr. Shepherd's objections?

Because the couple had conflicts.

But one of them is a top Neurosurgery.

The other is a top-tier pediatrician.

Bringing them in is really a business.

Their reputation can improve the Medical Center's overall ranking.

These ambulances are assigned to destinations based on the ranking of hospitals in the area.

Some are dying of drought, while others are dying of flooding.

If ambulances were to be prioritized for transfers to other hospitals, the Medical Center's director, Chief of Surgery, and other management would probably go crazy.

In order to keep their positions and avoid being dismissed by the hospital's board of directors due to declining performance.

Believe it or not, these pampered people will all put on surgical gowns and wait outside the emergency room in the cold wind, gazing longingly into the distance, hoping that an ambulance will come rushing in.

Night falls.

"Adam, come here."

Liz suddenly appeared, took Adam's hand, and walked towards the ward area.

"What?"

Adam shook off her hand and asked with a smile.

"You'll find out once you come with me."

Liz was taken aback at first, then rolled her eyes, stopped pulling Adam's hand, and waved her hand instead, still looking somewhat excited.

Your nephew and niece have been born.

"What?!"

Adam was stunned.

"You heard me? It's up to you whether you come or not."

Liz left with a comment, then walked away with a grin.

"Nephews and nieces?"

Adam's lips twitched, and various thoughts flashed through his mind, but none of them matched up.

This also aroused his curiosity.

What's going on?

Ward 6.

Liz stood outside the door, saw Adam walk in, nodded towards the inside, and then pushed open the door.

Adam looked inside and saw two white women in their thirties lying on two separate hospital beds, each half-turned to the side, gazing happily at the two cribs placed between the beds.

There are two babies in the crib.

"My darlings, your Uncle Adam Duncan is here."

Liz laughed and pushed Adam inside.

The two mothers immediately looked over, their eyes lighting up.

"He's so handsome."

"He's still a doctor."

"Why doesn't the Golden Bank have such high-quality ones?"

"Someone like him would definitely be in high demand, right? It's all our fault for hesitating for too long. Maybe there were people just as outstanding before."

"No, if Golden Bank really had someone that outstanding, they would definitely pester him and spend a lot of money to come and buy him every week or month."

"I think Golden Bank could simply act as an intermediary, allowing those who want to have children to come directly to them for advice, which would save them a lot of trouble."

"Someone like him could make a fortune just from this."

"..."

Listening to their unrestrained comments, Adam automatically filtered out the negative information, accurately grasped the key words, and with a wry smile, stretched out his hands, pointing at them. "Let me guess, Joey Tribiani?"

Besides Joey, only Barney and Leonard could do big business at Golden Bank.

Leonard hasn't graduated and entered the workforce yet, so he's not that bold.

Barney isn't short of money.

After all is said and done, only Joey, who used to rely on Chandler for financial support, would do something like this.

"Yes!"

Liz clapped her hands and laughed, "I knew you'd guess it."

"You both chose Joey Tribiani?"

Adam's gaze was somewhat strange. "You are..."

"No."

One mother shook her head and laughed, "We're not a lesbian couple, but best friends forever. We've been living together since the third grade."

"Yes."

Another mother said, "What's so good about men? We don't need men at all. When we need children, we can just buy a few swimming tadpoles."

"..."

Adam's lips twitched.

That makes a lot of sense.

"They hope their children will be family members."

Liz, standing nearby, said with great emotion, "Now they really are siblings."

"From now on, we'll not only be best friends forever, but also family."

The two mothers looked at each other, and simultaneously reached out their hands and clasped them together.

Adam seriously doubted that their claim of being "just best friends forever" was just an excuse given the overwhelming "bromance" between them.

How did you choose Joey?

Adam asked curiously.

Joey has been shaking for years now.

Making this kind of money is only possible in the first few years when the group of six is formed.

There is a time difference of several years in between.

"We've had this plan for several years."

One mother explained, "We also looked at Joey Tribiani's profile, but apart from his appearance and Italy heritage, he didn't have any redeeming qualities, so we ruled him out."

"Last year we finally made up our minds."

Another mother chimed in, "When I looked at the donor's information again, I was surprised to find that there was a lot more information about him. He went from being an 'actor' to a real actor, and he even starred in our Our Days. When there were no other better options, we chose him."

"Hehe."

Adam couldn't help but laugh.

It turns out that no one wanted her at first, but she was chosen after she became famous and updated her information.

Tsk!

This truly embodies the saying, "When you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, distant relatives come calling even in the deep mountains."

Fortunately, it was just a business deal, and Joey didn't get them pregnant.

Otherwise, Joey would just wait to pay child support, while the children would only stay with their mothers.

Hmm, this scene looks familiar.

Ha!

He's just another Ross!

"You're on the train too?"

Adam asked curiously.

"Right."

Liz said, "Brooke almost didn't make it. Before the surgery, she was in a hurry to find a lawyer to write her will. Jenny initially disagreed, but when she heard that there was no will and the children would be adopted by their parents, she immediately made Brooke sign it."

"They don't understand us."

Jenny, a mama's boy, sneered, "Even if we die, we will not let them raise our children."

Adam didn't take up the heavy topic. He walked to the crib, looked at the two siblings, and observed them carefully. He found that they really did resemble Joey a bit.

Ross will soon have both a son and a daughter.

But who would have thought that Joey, the womanizer who was teased by everyone for being single his whole life, would actually be the first person to have both a son and a daughter.

Then Adam's thoughts started to wander again.

A few swimming tadpoles can produce two children.

Could the things Joey left at Golden Bank have already been scattered all over New York?

You should know that's in the hundreds of millions.

"It seems I really need to advise Joey to quit his life of crime and find a woman to settle down with."

Adam thought to himself.

If Joey is still like this in another ten years or so, who knows what kind of tragic human drama might happen...

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