Human Statue, Soul Hawking

Western Heaven Hotel.

The experts' brainstorming session had been a great success.

Dr. House in particular had given Adam a great deal of inspiration.

After the gathering ended,

for some time afterward, Adam did not immediately take on new cases. Instead, he kept testing the ideas he had gained from the gathering, optimizing viruses, and designing surgeries.

Of course, he had not neglected his primary daily task of treating patients, saving lives, and increasing Lifespan.

But none of that was the most important thing during this time.

Little Adam was.

That's right!

Monica had reached her due date and had moved early into the VIP room Adam had arranged for her.

She could not compare to Rachel, who had a stronger constitution, nor did she value the child in her womb any less than the carefree Rachel did.

So everything had been arranged with every possible contingency in mind.

"Dr. Montgomery, I'll have to trouble you again."

Naturally, Adam sought out Dr. Montgomery, the renowned head of Neonatology.

"How does it feel?" Dr. Montgomery teased. "Your friends are getting pregnant one after another, having children, becoming fathers and mothers. When will you come to me for yourself?"

"I wish them well." Adam smiled. "As for asking Dr. Montgomery to help me personally, there will be a chance. As long as you haven't retired by then, I'll definitely come to you."

"..."

Dr. Montgomery's face darkened. "Are you mocking yourself, or mocking me?"

"Of course I'm mocking myself." Adam hurriedly explained. "I was just joking that marriage and children are still a long way off for me."

"Heh!" Dr. Montgomery's face remained dark. "Really? I have at least another twenty years before retirement. You're already twenty-six, right? Are you saying you won't get married and have children until you're over fifty?"