Raising Children Really Requires a License

Medical Center.

Emergency room.

"Help! Help! Help!"

A series of cries for help came from the doorway.

"Doctor! Please help my daughter!"

A middle-aged man, carrying a little girl, rushed into the hospital. "My daughter is dying!"

"What's going on?"

Adam moved with lightning speed, overtaking Susan and reaching the man's side first, taking the child from his arms.

"She fell into the lake!"

The child's father cried out in anguish, "Molly! Molly!"

"The child has drowned and is already frozen."

Adam said something to Susan and ran towards the examination room.

"She wasn't breathing, and started pumping air from her lungs."

As Adam instructed the nurse, he pushed the child's father, who was clinging to the hospital bed and unwilling to leave, back. "You go out first, take him out."

"It's all my fault, Molly, please don't die! I won't go out, I want to stay with her!"

The child's father stumbled after being pushed, but immediately ran over and, ignoring the nurse's attempts to pull him away, shoved her aside and clung to the girl Molly.

Do you want Molly dead?

Adam grabbed the child's father by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall with one hand around his neck, shouting, "If you don't want to, get out now and don't get in our way of saving her!"

"Doctor, please save her!"

Such a large movement, after the child was unable to struggle, finally woke up the father, who was looking at Adam with pleading eyes.

"We'll do our best, now get out!"

Adam put him down, scolded him, and returned to his post.

"Laryngoscope!"

"5.5 Intubation!"

"It's inserted. After sucking out the water, put on the airbag!"

"Connie, give her a blood test, check her blood clotting rate, and get a chest X-ray!"

Adam carried out the rapid rescue in an orderly manner.

Molly's father, who had just drowned, couldn't help but come in, watching Adam's rescue efforts with tears streaming down his face.

This time, he didn't impulsively rush over to stop him.

"What exactly happened?"

Adam then had time to ask him.

"I took her fishing, Molly was so excited that she ran ahead and fell into the ice hole."

Molly's father cried with remorse, "It's all my fault! Why did I take her fishing!"

As he spoke, he slapped himself hard across the face, so hard that half of his face became red and swollen.

How long was she underwater?

Adam had no time to pay attention to his self-punishment; he continued to treat him while pressing for answers.

"I have no idea."

Molly's father said painfully, "I desperately smashed the ice to get her out, it took about five minutes."

Adam glanced at his swollen, bleeding hand and ordered, "Carter, go and treat him."

"Need not!"

Molly's father gestured for Carter come over. "I'm fine, I'll stay here with her!"

"We'll handle it here."

Adam commanded.

"Blood pressure 30, pulse very weak."

"Brain slow, heart rate 32."

"Temperature 27."

The nurse reminded her.

"Heat blanket!"

Adam instructed, "She must be warmed up, or it won't work."

The nurse immediately brought a heated blanket and covered Molly with it.

"Hail Mary, Holy Mercy, the Lord is with you, blessed among women, protect the offspring in the womb, Jesus, Saintly Mother Mary, pray for us sinners..."

Molly's father ignored Carter completely, clasped his hands together, and prayed for his daughter Molly. As he spoke, he broke down in tears again.

"God, please don't take my daughter away, please don't take my daughter away..."

"The heated blanket isn't working, so let her breathe heated, moistened oxygen directly."

Adam commanded.

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse agreed and began preparations.

"Lydia, get me two closed chest drainage tubes with a circumference of 36. We need to perform pleural lavage on her to warm her heart directly."

"Yes, doctor."

The nurse responded immediately.

"Heart has stopped!"

The nurse reminded her.

"Inject astopine!"

Adam gave the instructions, he placed his hand on Molly's chest and began performing CPR.

"Oh, God!"

Molly's father's legs buckled, and he knelt down, clasping his hands together and praying to God with all his might.

Everyone stared at the electrocardiogram on the monitor, which showed only a single line.

Adam steadily performed CPR.

The only sounds in the entire examination room, besides the linear beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor, were Molly's father's constant prayers.

Ten minutes later.

"Heartbeat detected!"

"She's alive!"

The nurse, who had been staring at the monitor, couldn't help but call out.

"Good boy!"

Adam breathed a sigh of relief and touched Molly's slightly warm face, "Now let's keep going and give you a warm pleural lavage."

"Doctor, Molly's blood clotting factor is normal."

"It's a medical report," said Nurse Connie, holding the test results.

"Very good."

Adam nodded and began to perform a pleural lavage on Molly.

Molly's father, upon hearing this wonderful news, stood up and looked at Adam with eager eyes.

"Come here."

Adam glanced at him and nodded.

"Doctor, is Molly alright?"

Molly's father then dared to walk up to Molly and asked expectantly.

"Now, things are looking good."

Adam explained, "But Molly is still not completely out of danger. We need to continue rewarming her. In the process, she may experience a series of problems such as rewarming shock and brain damage."

Molly's father covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stop himself from crying.

"Your hand needs treatment, otherwise how will you take care of your daughter after she wakes up?"

Adam said, "Carter!"

"Yes, Dr. Duncan."

Carter agreed and came over to pull Molly's father along.

This time.

Molly's father did not refuse, obediently walking to the side and extending his hands for Carter to treat her, his eyes still fixed on his daughter.

Half an hour later.

What is your temperature?

"Body temperature rose to 36 degrees Celsius, blood pressure stabilized."

"Molly? Molly!"

Molly's father, his hands wrapped in gauze, stood by the hospital bed, staring intently at his daughter, and immediately noticed that Molly's eyelids twitched.

"Child, what's your name?"

Adam walked over, examining Molly's eyes as he asked.

Now that he has woken up and all other data are normal, we can rule out concerns about rewarming shock. The biggest concern now is brain damage.

"Molly, Molly, it's Daddy."

Molly's father called out softly as well.

Pity.

Molly remained silent.

"Schedule an electrocardiogram and MRI for her."

Adam sighed inwardly.

After the inspection.

Adam felt relieved and said to Molly's father, who was looking at him expectantly, "The electrocardiogram is normal, and the MRI did not show any brain damage. Molly is physically fine. She must have been frightened. You stay with her for a while and talk to her. I will come to see her again later."

An hour later.

"Thank you, thank you, doctor. You saved my daughter. My name is Dante Neo, and I will never forget your great kindness today!"

When Adam came over to check, Molly's father excitedly walked over, grasped Adam's hands, and expressed his deepest gratitude.

"Molly spoke?"

Adam laughed.

"Molly, this is Dr. Duncan. He saved you."

Molly's father took Adam and walked to the bedside, speaking gently to little Molly who was lying on the bed blinking her eyes.

"Dr. Duncan."

Molly called out softly.

"Um."

Adam patted Molly's head and smiled, "Don't be afraid, child. You're safe now. Everything will be alright."