Daily American Drama

medical center.

Emergency room.

Molly, are you okay?

A beautiful woman in her twenties walked in quickly and looked at Molly worriedly.

Molly shook her head.

Dante! Look what you've done!

The beautiful woman yelled at Molly's father: It's not good to look at a child!

Molly's dad smiled wryly.

This responsibility is irrefutable to him.

Doctor, how is Molly?

The pretty woman looked at Adam again.

Mrs. Varanio, your daughter is all right.

Adam laughed.

It's Mademoiselle Varanio.

After the pretty woman breathed a sigh of relief, the worries on her face dissipated, and she instantly became charming: Molly is my niece.

Oh.

Adam glanced at her and apologized: I'm sorry, you are very similar to Molly, I thought you were her mother.

It's normal for a girl to be like an aunt, isn't it?

Miss Varanio glanced back and forth at Adam like a prey: Doctor, you have been to the Fifth Street Gym, haven't you?

No, I haven't been there.

Adam glanced at her.

My fault~

Miss Varanio bit her lip and looked around: But I know, you must exercise regularly~

...

Adam glanced at Molly's father, saw him smile wryly without words, and saw Molly lying on the bed, with a knowing smile on her little face, and understood that Miss Varanio should be old Siji.

Too.

Adam has seen so many gossips and insider scandals in this life.

The two or three things that are often circulated in the gym are almost equating people who often go to the gym with people who often like to dance ballroom dancing.

Is Miss Varanio talking about fitness?

Do not!

She is the body of Adam!

I never work out.

Adam said something with a smile, turned and left.

Dr. Duncan, Exam Room 2.

As soon as he came out, the nurse reminded him.

what's the situation?

Adam walked in and saw an African-American child being resuscitated by a nurse.

It was difficult to breathe. We suddenly fainted during the physical examination for him. His heartbeat has been from 35 to now and he has no heartbeat. His body temperature is 40 degrees Celsius. The blood culture dish has been sent to the laboratory.

the nurse said quickly.

It's septic shock.

Adam took over the cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and while doing it, he ordered: Give him a dose of epinephrine, 1 mg of atropine, 1.5 mg each of erythromycin and cephalosporin.

Then he looked at the middle-aged African-American man who had been standing there blankly with a blank face: Are you his father? Has this happened to him before?

Once, he had pneumonia.

The middle-aged African-American man said succinctly.

Cerebral palsy?

Adam asked.

Brain Injury.

The middle-aged African-American man said without emotion.

I have a pulse.

The nurse reminded.

Drip, drop, drop.

The alarm on the monitor started to sound again.

He's in ventricular fibrillation!

The nurse reminded.

Inject lidocaine, 50mg, IV.

Adam ordered: Peak T wave, unstable heart rate, high potassium level, renal failure, inject him with 15ml of calcium gluconate.

After some rescue, the African-American boy came back to life.

Okay, get your blood sugar and insulin ready!

After Adam checked, he ordered.

Will he survive?

At this time, the child's father took the initiative to speak for the first time.

It looks like he can.

Adam glanced at him.

Then he noticed something from the disappointed eyes of the child's father.

It is estimated that it is another case where raising a child must be verified.

into the night.

Dr. Duncan, the patient is having difficulty breathing.

The nurse called Adam again.

Put him on a ventilator and send him to the ICU.

Adam went over to check and said, Where is the father of the child?

I haven't been able to get in touch.

The nurse sighed.

Ugh.

Adam also sighed.

Although this child was rescued by Adam once, but because he had severe pneumonia, his body had serious sequelae, and he would be on the verge of death again in a few hours without a ventilator.

And being on a ventilator all the time is simply not something ordinary families can afford.

The child's father obviously knew the inside story.

The medical records stated that the treatment had lasted for two full years, almost in and out of the hospital.

The insensitivity on the other party's face before, and the direct abandonment now, throwing the child to the hospital, may be tortured too much.

At eight o'clock.

Adam changed his clothes and left the hospital building, ready to drive to New Jersey to spend Christmas with Peggy.

Christmas in the morning can only be regarded as a warm-up, and the dinner in the evening is the main meal.

outside the building.

A black figure was sitting against the wall. If it wasn't for the flickering flame from the cigarette butt, with Adam's eyesight, he would have almost missed it.

Adam took a closer look and found that it was the African-American middle-aged man who was thought to have given up his child.

Ben is on a ventilator and is now in intensive care.

Adam thought for a while and walked over.

it is good.

The middle-aged African-American man took a puff of his cigarette and responded numbly.

Adam glanced at him, turned and left.

Every family has its cupboard.

My own children hurt themselves.

What outsiders can do is really limited.

Adam had just taken a few steps when the voice of a middle-aged African-American man came from behind.

I got a job managing a recycling plant in Detroit.

Adam stopped and turned to look at the other party without speaking.

What the other party needs now is just a chance to talk.

I'm moving, and I've been thinking it would be so much easier if Ben died...but then I'm thinking, what kind of person would have such a horrible idea?

What kind of father would want his only child to die?

In the past two years, only me and the truth depend on each other!

no job!

no friend!

Nobody helped us!

He needs me twenty-four hours a day, to turn him over, to feed him, to sing to him when he cries...

i love my son.

I've been paying for Ben for two full years.

Two full years!

I just can't go on anymore.

I need this to end.

Oh, God!

woo woo woo...

A big man was crying loudly there.

If you were given a chance to take care of your son and work at the same time, would you be willing to continue?

Adam was silent for a moment, then asked.

Zhou Shuren said: There is no filial son in front of the long sick bed.

Applied here, it means that there is no loving father in front of the bed for a long time.

For two years, he often went to and from the hospital, had no job, no income, no social interaction, and took care of his half-dead son every day. It is understandable for a man to be on the verge of collapse.

If not, he has already chosen to give up.

Adam must have offered to help him before, instead of turning around and walking away.

certainly!

The African-American man touched his tears and shouted, If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't hold on, which father would be willing to give up his only child?!

I can introduce you to a job.

Adam reported a phone number: You call this and bring Ben over there to take care of him and work at the same time.

What he gave was naturally the Ellis Charitable Foundation established by Caroline.

Because of Adam's financial support and investment advice over there, the charitable foundation has become stronger and stronger, and the facilities at Ellis Manor are getting better and better.

Ventilators and everything.

In the past, African-American men could work as care workers. Besides taking care of their own sons, they could also take care of more people.

I have been taking care of my son alone for two years.

This love that has been practiced hard has surpassed most people.

And after giving up, I immediately regretted it.

God helps those who help themselves.

It was worth Adam to give such a chance.