Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

It’s approaching noon~

Manhattan, near the Marseille restaurant on the corner of 43rd Street.

David stopped, looked at an apartment window above the Marseille restaurant from a distance, looked at Zina beside him, and said.

“Cultivating them is like selecting seedlings and sowing seeds.”

"After that, the most basic tasks such as watering, fertilizing and weeding are inevitable~"

"But as long as we can be sure that our patience and efforts will not be wasted, then we don't need to be too demanding on them in these details."

"After all, they haven't experienced much in this circle, and they haven't tasted the feeling of being used as a tool..."

When Zina heard that David, as a boss, would involve herself, she couldn't help laughing and asked: "So you have already prepared to become a greedy capitalist?"

"Yes!"

David also smiled and shrugged: "What's wrong with being a capitalist who is both greedy and conscientious?"

"Haha~ Did you make a mistake?"

"There seems to be no capitalist like you are talking about in this world, right?"

"Why not? Am I not?"

"..." Zina looked away with a rich expression, pursed her lips and smiled without answering.

Seeing her looking so cute, David raised his hand and flicked her forehead gently, with a doting smile in his tone. :"naughty!"

"ah.."

Zina covered her forehead with her hands, and the little woman she showed made David open his arms and smile.

"Who bullied you?"

"Come on~ I'll protect you!"

"...You're the bastard!" Zina stamped her feet with an aggrieved face, hammered David with her hand, and said angrily.

"Hahaha~" David smiled and opened his arms to hug Zina. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zach, the smaller of the Zach brothers, running over from a distance, waving a long small box in his hand.

"Hey~Zach! Did you buy it?"

"Yes, boss." The little Zach ran up to David and took the initiative to stop, raising his eyebrows at David with a proud smile.

"There are only two clinics that can sell this thing here in Manhattan."

“So I went to a clinic in Brooklyn and found some old friends to get it.”

"Okay~" David let go of Zina, walked over to the little Zach, took the medicine box, looked at it carefully, handed it to Zina, and asked.

"Look, is this the ointment?"

"Yes, that's right." Zina took the medicine box and nodded while looking at the name of the ointment on it.

"Lidocaine originally did not exist as an ointment. Ten years ago, it was generally injected intravenously into patients. It was used to treat arrhythmias and prevent acute myocardial infarction, as well as to treat premature ventricular contractions and ventricular arrhythmias in acute myocardial infarction. The drug of choice for tachycardia and ventricular tremor.”

"I have a friend who took this drug when he was hospitalized for a heart attack."

"However, in recent years, due to its strong and long-lasting local anesthetic effect, it has begun to be used as a local anesthetic to treat oral ulcers and skin diseases."

Zina returned the pill box in her hand to David, glanced at the little Zach who turned around and left on his own initiative, and leaned next to him and whispered.

"Susan's mother Sarah, actually...has been sick for almost a month."

"Although I have not experienced how painful shingles can be, I have several friends who have suffered from this disease, and they probably know how terrible it can be."

"Sarah has been enduring the pain alone since she got sick, without telling anyone. If you hadn't taken Susan to Hawaii to see her this time, she might have endured it silently..."

"I can't imagine what she has gone through before..."

"Okay." David reached out and patted Zina on the shoulder, looked at a window upstairs in the Marseille restaurant, slowly exhaled and waved.

"Come on, let's go see her."

"Ok!"

. . .

After half an hour.

Marseille Restaurant is upstairs on the third floor.

David sat in the bright small living room and put down a few newspapers in his hand. He looked at Zina, Susan and Sarah who came out of the bedroom and asked with a smile.

"how do you feel?"

"Fortunately, I feel much more relaxed."

"Thank you!" Sarah stood behind her daughter Susan nervously and stuck her head out and replied.

Seeing her increasingly timid and "weak" performance, Zina looked helpless and glanced at Susan. The two of them pulled her to sit diagonally across from David.

Susan put the medicine box in her hand on the small table, took her mother Sarah's hand, looked at David with gentle eyes and said nothing.

David understood the mood of this "pillow man" very well at the moment. He smiled, waved his hand, and asked, changing the subject.

"I have an appointment with Professor John Nash and his wife to have lunch later. Will you go with me?"

"No." Susan shook her head very simply, raised her hand to hold Sarah's mother, and smiled.

"I'm needed more here!"

"Okay." David turned his eyes to Sarah, saw that her body was tense and her face was at a loss, he stood up and smiled.

"In the past two weeks, I will have Wildfire Restaurant deliver takeout regularly so that you can have more time to rest."

"I can cook for myself..." Sarah suddenly looked up at David, as if she wanted to express that she had not lost the ability to take care of herself.

When David saw that both Susan and Zina wanted to speak, he immediately waved to them, walked to Sarah and squatted down, looked directly into her somewhat evasive eyes, and said warmly.

"Most people have a sensitivity to their own physical conditions and can detect various changes, even minor ailments."

"This kind of sensitivity to the body is relatively easy to feel ~ because most people have good judgment about what is healthy and comfortable!"

"However, it is much more difficult for people to be sensitive to their own mental functions than to detect problems with their physical health."

"Many people in English never know what the best mental state is. They only inherit part of their psychological emotions from their parents, friends and the social body around them, and regard it as a model of health."

"This makes them think that as long as they are no different from those around them, everything is normal, and they gradually lose interest in observing new things around them."

“For example, many people have never met a soulful person, a perfect person, a warrior in life, or a dedicated person.”

David smiled to himself when he said this, looked at the confusion in Sarah's eyes, and said.

"People generally believe that love is easy and the hard part is finding the right person."

"But they all seem to have overlooked that mature love is the instinct to actively break through the invisible barriers between people while maintaining self-esteem and individuality!"

"It not only unites people closely, but also brings endless courage and strength to people."

"Sarah, you're a mother of two!"