No Filial Sons at the Bedside of the Long-Term Ill
Medical Center.
Emergency room.
"Molly, are you alright?"
A beautiful woman in her twenties walked in quickly, looking at Molly with a worried expression.
Molly shook her head.
"Dante! Look what you've done!"
The beautiful woman yelled at Molly's father, "You can't even watch a child properly!"
Molly's father gave a wry smile.
He has no way of denying this responsibility.
"Doctor, how is Molly?"
The beautiful woman looked at Adam again.
"Mrs. Varano, your daughter is alright."
Adam laughed.
"It's Ms. Varano."
The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief, her worry vanishing, and she instantly became alluring. "Molly is my niece."
"Oh."
Adam glanced at her and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you look a lot like Molly, I thought you were her mother."
"It's normal for a girl to resemble her aunt, isn't it?"
Ms. Varano scanned Adam up and down with the same look she had on prey. "Doctor, you've been to the Fifth Street Gym, haven't you?"
"No, I've never been there."
Adam glanced at her.
"My bad~"
Ms. Varano bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with desire. "But I know you must work out often~"
"..."
Adam glanced at Molly's father, saw his silent, bitter smile, and then saw Molly lying on the bed, a knowing smile on her little face. He realized that Ms. Varano must be the Experienced Women.
Too.
I have seen so much gossip and scandals in Adam previous life.
The common stories circulating in gyms almost equate regular gym-goers with people who frequently enjoy ballroom dancing.
Was Ms. Varano referring to fitness?
No!
She was lusting after Adam's body!
"I never work out."
Adam smiled, said something, and turned to leave.
"Dr. Duncan, Room 2."
As soon as we came out, the nurse reminded us.
"What's going on?"
Adam went inside and saw an African American child being resuscitated by a nurse.
"He had difficulty breathing and suddenly fainted while we were giving him a physical exam. His heart rate went from 35 beats per minute to no heartbeat now, and his body temperature is 40 degrees Celsius. His blood culture dish has been sent to the laboratory."
The nurse said quickly.
"This is septic shock."
Adam took over the CPR and, while performing it, instructed, "Give him a dose of adrenaline, one milligram of atropine, and 1.5 milligrams each of erythromycin and cephalosporin."
Then he looked at the middle-aged African American man who had been standing there blankly with an expressionless face. "Are you his father? Has this happened to him before?"
"There was one time when he had pneumonia."
The middle-aged African American man said succinctly.
"Cerebral palsy?"
Adam pressed for an answer.
"Brain damage."
The middle-aged African American man said emotionlessly.
"There's a pulse."
The nurse reminded her.
Beep beep beep.
The monitor alarm started going off again.
He's experiencing ventricular fibrillation!
The nurse reminded her.
"Inject lidocaine, 50 mg, intravenously."
Adam instructed, "Peak T wave, unstable heart rate, high potassium levels, kidney failure. Inject him with 15 ml of calcium gluconate."
After a series of emergency treatments, the African American boy survived.
"Alright, prepare the blood sugar and insulin!"
After Adam examined it, he gave the instructions.
Will he survive?
At this moment, the child's father spoke up for the first time.
"Looks like he can do it."
Adam glanced at him.
Then, from the disappointed look in the child's father's eyes, he realized something.
This is probably another case where you need to get certified to raise a child.
Night falls.
"Dr. Duncan, the patient is having difficulty breathing."
The nurse called Adam again.
"Put him on a ventilator and send him to the Intensive Care Unit."
After checking, Adam asked, "Where is the child's father?"
"I haven't been able to get in touch with them."
The nurse sighed.
"Well."
Adam also sighed.
Although Adam managed to save the child once, he suffered from severe pneumonia and had serious aftereffects. Without a ventilator, he would be on the verge of death again within hours.
However, the cost of being on a ventilator for an extended period is simply unaffordable for most families.
The child's father clearly knew the inside story.
The medical record states that the treatment has lasted for two whole years, during which time the patient has been in and out of the hospital almost constantly.
The other party's previous indifference and their current complete abandonment, leaving the child with the hospital, suggests they were simply too to bear the torment any longer.
At eight o'clock.
Adam changed his clothes, left the hospital building, and prepared to drive to New Jersey to spend Christmas with Paige.
Christmas in the morning is just a warm-up; the main course is in the evening.
Outside the building.
A dark figure sat against the wall; if it weren't for the flickering light of a cigarette butt, Adam, with his sharp eyesight, would have almost missed it.
Adam looked closely and saw that it was the middle-aged African American man who had been thought to have abandoned his child.
"He was already on a ventilator and is now in the Intensive Care Unit."
Adam thought for a moment, then walked over.
"Good."
The middle-aged African American man took a drag of his cigarette and responded blankly.
Adam glanced at him, then turned and left.
Every family has its own troubles.
You should love your own child.
There's really only so much that outsiders can do.
Adam had only taken a few steps when he heard the voice of a middle-aged African American man behind him.
"I found a job managing a recycling plant in Detroit."
Adam stopped, turned around to look at the other person, and said nothing.
What the other person needs now is simply an opportunity to confide in someone.
"I'm moving, and I keep thinking that things would be so much simpler if Ben were dead... But then I wonder, what kind of person would have such a terrible thought?"
What kind of father would want his only child to die?
For the past two years, it's just been me and Ben relying on each other!
No job!
I have no friends!
Nobody's helping us!
He needs me 24/7 to turn him over, feed him, and sing to him when he cries...
I love my son.
I have dedicated two whole years to this.
Two whole years!
I simply cannot continue like this.
I need all of this to end.
My God!
Waaaaah...
A grown man was there, sobbing uncontrollably.
"If you were given the opportunity to take care of your son and work at the same time, would you be willing to continue?"
Adam paused for a moment, then asked.
Zhou Shuren said, "There are no filial sons at the bedside of a chronically ill patient."
Applying this to the case, it means that a long-term illness can leave one feeling neglected and unable to find a loving father.
For two years, he frequently went in and out of the hospital, had no job, no income, no social life, and spent his days taking care of his half-dead son. It's understandable that a man on the verge of collapse would be driven to the brink of collapse.
If he hadn't already chosen to give up.
Adam must have offered him help beforehand, instead of just turning away.
"Certainly!"
The African American man wiped away a tear and exclaimed, "What father would willingly abandon his only child if he truly couldn't go on?!"
"I can introduce you to a job."
Adam gave him a phone number. "Call this number, then bring Ben over and take care of him while you work."
What he gave her was naturally the Ellis Charity Foundation established by Caroline.
Thanks to Adam's financial support and investment advice, the charitable foundation has grown stronger and stronger, and the facilities at the Ellis Manor have become increasingly better.
They have ventilators and other equipment.
In the past, African American men could work as caregivers, taking care of not only their own sons but also other people.
She took care of her son alone for two whole years.
This love, which has been put into practice, surpasses that of most people.
Moreover, they immediately regretted it after giving up.
Heaven helps those who help themselves.
Adam deserves to be given this opportunity.