So Poor They Didn't Even Have Money

Medical Center.

Adam took the now-mad Dr. Swidik to the hospital in a taxi.

"What happened?"

Dr. Lewis. Susan Lewis, who was writing a medical record at the nurses' station, looked up and immediately came over.

"... You need to be taken to a psychiatric ward for specialized care."

Adam explained the situation and offered a reminder.

"How so..."

Dr. Lewis. Susan Lewis was stunned to see her boyfriend grinning like an idiot.

Adam looked at her with pity.

Susan, a kind and loving person with such a good personality, has such a terrible life, having been stuck with such an older sister and now having such a boyfriend.

"Let's take Dr. Swidik upstairs to the psychiatric ward first."

Adam said gently, "Let him rest first, and then we'll find a doctor to give him a proper check-up."

"Um."

Susan nodded blankly.

At this moment, she had no better options.

Letting him out there is irresponsible towards his life and the lives of others.

The psychiatric ward has specially designed rooms to prevent mental patients from self-harming or harming others.

"Dr. Swidik..."

The psychiatric interns were also dumbfounded when they found out what had happened.

Dr. Swidik was their attending physician, the boss among bosses, the pillar of their department. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Their goal was to become Attending Physician like Dr. Swidik, but seeing the tragic state of their ultimate goal, their enthusiasm for striving for it instantly cooled down.

It turns out the rumors in the department were true.

I can't live like this anymore!

"Let's find a ward first and let Dr. Swidik rest for a while."

Adam instructed, "Then call Dr. Jason and have him come over to help Dr. Swidik with some psychological counseling."

"Oh oh."

The psychiatric interns finally came to their senses and agreed. One ran off to call another Attending Physician, while the other led Adam and the others to the ward.

After Adam took Dr. Swidik inside, he said goodbye to Susan and went to the emergency room.

He had a premonition that tonight would be a sleepless night.

Sigh, I was originally planning to go back and continue playing in the band with Heather and enjoy Heather drumming.

It seems there's no hope now.

Firstly, the atmosphere is ruined.

Secondly, treating the sick and saving lives is of utmost importance.

Emergency room.

"Adam, come quickly and help me take a look."

A woman dressed like a socialite, wearing high heels, walked in, clutching her chest.

"Mrs. Lyon, what's wrong?"

Adam asked.

Call me Peach.

The socialite waved her hand and said, "I feel like I'm having a heart attack."

"Don't worry."

Adam's lips twitched, and he smiled, "It shouldn't be a heart attack."

A heart attack is not like that.

He knew this Peach; he was very flamboyant.

After marrying a wealthy man, she lived the life of a socialite every day.

A while ago, it was fashionable among their socialite circles to flaunt promotions and raises.

Emmm.

In other words, they get promoted to motherhood and receive bonuses from their wealthy husbands.

Many of these socialites became socialites after marrying wealthy men, so prenuptial agreements and similar agreements are certainly common.

They have little chance of inheriting the wealth of their rich husbands; they can only hope for a certain amount of money given upon marriage, a certain amount each year after marriage, a certain amount after a certain number of years of marriage without divorce, and then a certain amount of money given for having children, etc.

Everything is clearly priced.

Of course, after becoming socialites and having money, they did not stop thinking about rebelling. They consulted lawyers repeatedly and found that prenuptial agreements were unavoidable. After talking with their fellow socialite sisters and getting the same result, they could only temporarily suppress their desire to turn the tables and live a carefree life with a fixed salary and bonuses.

When it became popular to show off children in the entertainment circle, Peach followed the trend and bought a pair of twins.

Emmm.

Socialites like them are supposed to be beautiful, so how could they possibly have children themselves?

So, a classic scene unfolded at the Medical Center some time ago.

The delivery room was filled with the painful cries of pregnant women giving birth naturally.

Outside the delivery room, Peach, who had rushed over after receiving the news, disdainfully instructed her maid to go in and remind the pregnant woman to keep her voice down, as it was too noisy.

After being reprimanded by Dr. Montgomery, Peach thought for a moment and 'magnanimously' left the delivery room, ran to the emergency room, and chatted with Adam.

That's right!

The circle of truly wealthy people is actually quite small.

Since they were both in New York, Adam had naturally met the Peach.

Adam, as the youngest self-made billionaire, is handsome, talented, and wealthy, making him a frequent topic of gossip among socialites.

Socialite Peach naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

With a prenuptial agreement in place, she didn't have any unspeakable thoughts.

She's not stupid. She's already at the peak of her life. If something were to happen between her and Adam, it would most likely end in disaster, because Adam would definitely not marry her.

However, it's inevitable that I'll chat with Adam, this legendary rich and handsome guy, and glean some gossip so I can brag about it to my circle of friends later.

So she started to complain to Adam, saying how difficult it was for her to have a child and how hard it would be for her to be a mother.

Then, while waving to the maid who had been following her, she went to get some water, opened the tap, and handed it to her to drink.

She also sent the maid to the delivery room to check if the baby had been born yet, and to bring the baby over for her to see. After that, she even made plans to go with her girlfriends to get their hair done.

Adam reminded her that it wasn't appropriate to hold the baby around too much right after birth, and that the baby should be placed in an incubator in the Neonatology care unit first. Only then did she frown and abandon the idea.

Upon learning that childbirth might last for more than ten hours, she sighed with regret and left in her high heels.

I heard that after the twins were born, she disliked the boy, saying he was a defective product, and refused to hold him.

Of course, she wasn't a defective daughter; she only asked the maid to bring her over for a hug when she was in a bad mood.

Emmm.

It really was just a hug in the literal sense.

After giving it a hug, I immediately handed it over to the maid.

It's estimated that it won't happen more than three times a day, and the total time adds up to less than a minute.

"Not a heart attack?"

Peach patted his chest and exclaimed dramatically, "Are you sure? I feel like I'm about to die of fright."

"What happened?"

Adam's heart skipped a beat. "Were the Lyon family also victims of Channing Scam?"

"Uh-huh."

Peach nodded repeatedly.

"How much was lost?"

Adam looked at her sympathetically. "There shouldn't be many, right?"

If there were too many of these, she wouldn't be in the mood for such extravagance, and she'd probably have a heart attack.

"Nothing was lost."

Peach clutched her chest and took a deep breath.

"..."

Adam's lips twitched.

"Although we didn't lose anything, we're still scared."

Peach understood Adam's gaze and explained earnestly, "David almost invested, but he didn't because his business has been expanding recently. And the thought of our family almost going bankrupt terrified me."

Several of the women in our circle have been evicted from their mansions and left with nothing because their husbands went bankrupt.

Seeing how poor they were, they didn't even have any money left.

We were absolutely terrified.

That's absolutely terrifying!