What a Little Genius

Medical Center.

Emergency room.

"Dr. Duncan, there is a five-year-old child with some heart problems, in examination room number 1."

The nurse saw Adam come in and immediately greeted him.

"Okay, I understand."

Adam walked over quickly.

An African American girl lay there, struggling to breathe.

"Aortic coarctation, sudden onset of severe respiratory distress, respiratory rate 40, blood pressure 180/100, tachycardia, mid-systolic murmur."

As Adam examined her, he said, "Give her 20 milligrams of furosemide."

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse quickly injected the little girl with a diuretic.

"What's her name?"

Adam asked.

"Kalisa".

The nurse replied.

"Hi, Kalisa, I'm Dr. Duncan."

Adam leaned down to look at the somewhat confused little girl and said gently, "Did you touch anything you shouldn't have, or eat anything you shouldn't have?"

Kalisa shook her head with difficulty.

Have her family members arrived?

Adam looked up and asked the nurse.

"Her father and sister are on their way."

The nurse replied.

"Doctor!"

Another nurse pointed out, "Her heart rate has changed."

Ventricular tachycardia.

Adam glanced at the monitor, frowned, and said, "20 mg lidocaine, intravenous bolus."

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse responded immediately.

"Have you received her medical records?"

Adam asked.

"Searching the database."

The nurse replied.

"Doctor, she has a fever."

The nurse reminded her.

"Give her a gastric lavage immediately, prepare for irrigation."

Adam instructed, "Then give her a toxicology test."

"Has she been poisoned?"

The nurse asked in surprise.

"Um."

Adam nodded. "Have the lab examine it as soon as possible to see what she ate."

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse agreed, skillfully drew blood from Kalisa, and then took the blood sample to the laboratory for toxicology testing.

After Adam pumped Kalisa's stomach, her symptoms of poisoning, such as fever, ventricular arrhythmia, high blood pressure, and anxiety, were relieved.

Over at the lab.

Because Adam's name was reported, the process was expedited, and the toxicology report was delivered quickly.

"Damn it!"

Adam took a look and couldn't help but curse.

The nurse also showed an angry expression.

However, the test results showed that five-year-old Kalisa had ingested an excessive amount of cocaine.

This is a potent calf product!

She's only five years old!

"Dr. Duncan, should we notify child and family services?"

"The nurse asked."

"Um."

Adam nodded.

In the United States, any harm done to a child, whether intentional or unintentional, will attract the attention of Child Protective Services.

Hospitals and doctors must report such cases according to established procedures.

"Dr. Duncan, Kalisa's family has arrived."

The nurse reminded her.

"Let them wait."

Adam continued to treat Kalisa.

Now that the cause of the illness has been identified, we only need to treat the symptoms and there is no need to rush to ask the family about Kalisa's past medical history.

Wait until the child and family services agency sends someone over.

Adam then appeared together with the other party.

The child and family service agency arrived quickly.

She was a middle-aged African American woman.

"Ms. McGillis, that's the situation."

Adam explained Kalisa's condition, "Her family is in the waiting area."

"Let's go take a look together."

Ms. McGillis said with a somber expression.

"Good."

Adam nodded and led her to the family waiting area.

A robust, middle-aged African American man sat there anxiously, with a teenage African American girl leaning on his shoulder, wearing Sheldon and with her eyes closed.

"Mr. Freeman."

The nurse stepped forward and called out.

How is my daughter?

Mr. Freeman helped the African American girl back into a chair, stood up, and asked anxiously.

"She's fine."

Adam nodded to him.

"Thank God."

Mr. Freeman raised his hands high, first thanking God, then walked over and shook hands with Adam: "Thank you, Doctor! I'd like to see her now!"

"There's no rush yet."

Adam introduced, "This is Ms. McGillis from the Children and Family Services Agency. She has something to say to you."

"Your legal name and address?"

Ms. McGillis asked expressionlessly.

"What?"

Mr. Freeman's smile froze instantly. He looked at Adam, then at Ms. McGillis, who was already seated with a serious, questioning posture, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

He's not stupid.

This is clearly not a good sign.

"Please tell me your legal name and address!"

Ms. McGillis repeated her request expressionlessly.

This time, it's not a request, it's a demand!

"Where is Kalisa? I need to see her, now!"

Mr. Freeman said irritably.

"Your five-year-old daughter has been injected with an overdose of cocaine."

Adam offered a reminder.

Mr. Freeman was taken aback, then turned around, placed his hands on the counter, and shook his head repeatedly.

He clearly understood everything.

"Tim Morgan Freeman, address..."

After a while, Mr. Freeman calmed down, turned around, faced Ms. McGillis, and gave her his information.

"I didn't do it. I don't know where Kalisa got the cocaine."

"OK".

Ms. McGillis closed the record sheet and nodded, saying, "Our child and family services agency will conduct home visits..."

"That's it?"

The nurse exclaimed in disbelief, "He committed a crime against children!"

"Mr. Freeman is middle class, has his own job, and his own housing."

Ms. McGillis explained, "I have many families living in cars... I trust Mr. Freeman, and we will follow up."

Adam understood.

This situation is far too common in the United States.

Unless the underlying environment, which cannot be controlled at its source, is changed, it is simply impossible to manage it with just a few staff members from these institutions.

Otherwise, Adam traveled back in time, there wouldn't have been that astonishingly audacious move of directly and publicly exonerating him.

The logic here is that if we can't manage it, we should just let it go.

The formalization and marketization of government not only saves the huge amount of public funds spent on cracking down on separatists every year, but also allows them to reap the lion's share of the enormous income from these criminals.

One side up, one side down, it's all money that's beyond counting!

Whoever came up with this idea is a real little genius.

This move surprisingly garnered support from the vast majority of United States.

Those who were loyal to the Western Poison naturally agreed wholeheartedly, no longer needing to hide.

The police no longer need to risk firing to intercept the criminals and the Western Poison's men.

Taxpayers no longer have to waste their tax revenue on this kind of mess. As long as they don't take it, it doesn't matter if others do or not.

Emmm.

Everyone was happy.

However, in this environment, children like Kalisa, who lack self-control and are curious about everything, are more likely to come into contact with adult products and have a significantly increased chance of accidentally ingesting them or trying them with their friends.

Just like when Adam was a child, he and his friends would secretly steal cigarettes from the adults and try to smoke them.

After choking a few times, Adam threw it away and never smoked it again when he grew up.

But many of the other kids happily enjoyed the adults' "goodies," and most of them ended up with cigarettes in their hands all the time when they grew up.

Even cigarettes are like this.

Not to mention calf products, which are many times more addictive.

When that time comes, those middle and upper-class people who only think about not smoking and not wasting their tax money will probably find it painful to discover that they can control themselves, but they can't control their children.

That legendary nation, which couldn't believe it had perished because of the Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, might just the Eagle Shooting Heroes and be reborn through this new form.

The ways of the world are truly mysterious.

P. S.: Thanks to Big Tiger for the donation!