Chapter 564: Long sick bed without filial son

Medical center.

emergency room.

"Molly, are you okay?"

A beautiful woman in her twenties walked in quickly, looking at Molly with a worried look.

Molly shook her head.

"Dante! See what you did!"

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

Molly's father smiled bitterly.

This responsibility is irrefutable.

"Doctor, how is Molly?"

The pretty woman looked at Adam again.

"Mrs. Varano, your daughter is all right."

Adam smiled.

"It's Miss Varano."

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

"Oh."

Adam glanced at her and apologized: "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 Varano glanced back and forth at Adam with the same eyes as her prey: "Doctor, you've been to the Fifth Street Gym, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't been."

Adam glanced at her.

"My fault~"

Miss Varano bit her lip and turned around: "But I know, you must always exercise~"

"..."

Adam glanced at Molly's father, saw his speechless and wry smile, and saw Molly lying on the bed with a knowing smile on her small face, knowing that Miss Varano should be the old Siji.

Too.

Asia has seen so many gossip news and insider scandals in this life.

The two or three things that are often circulated in the gym are almost equal to those who often go to the gym and those who often like to dance ballroom dancing.

Is Miss Varano talking about fitness?

Do not!

She is greedy for Adam's body!

"I never work out."

Adam smiled and said, turned and left.

"Doctor Duncan, consulting room 2."

As soon as he came out, the nurse reminded.

"what's the situation?"

Adam walked in and saw a child of African descent being undergoing cardiopulmonary resuscitation by a nurse.

"It was difficult to breathe. We suddenly fainted during the physical examination. From a heartbeat of 35 to no heartbeat, he has a body temperature of 40 degrees Celsius. The blood culture dish has been sent to the laboratory."

The nurse said quickly.

"This is septic shock."

Adam took the cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and while doing it, he ordered, "Give him a dose of epinephrine, one milligram of atropine, 1.5 milligrams each of erythromycin and cephalosporin."

Then he looked at the middle-aged African-American man who had been standing there stupidly without expression: "Are you his father? Has this happened to him before?"

"Once, he got pneumonia."

The middle-aged African man said succinctly.

"Cerebral Palsy?"

Adam asked.

"Brain Injury."

The middle-aged African man said without emotion.

"I have a pulse."

The nurse reminded.

Drop by drop.

The alarm of the monitor started to ring again.

"He has ventricular fibrillation!"

The nurse reminded.

"Inject lidocaine, 50 mg, intravenously."

Adam ordered: "Peak T wave, unstable heart rate, high potassium content, kidney failure, give him 15 ml calcium gluconate injection."

After some rescue, the African-American boy came alive.

"Okay, prepare blood sugar and insulin!"

After checking, Adam ordered.

"Can he survive?"

At this time, the father of the child 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 gaze of the child's father.

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

Into the night.

"Doctor Duncan, the patient has trouble breathing."

The nurse called Adam again.

"Put him on a ventilator and send him to the intensive care unit."

After checking in, Adam said, "Where is the father of the child?"

"I can't get in touch all the time."

The nurse sighed.

"Ugh."

Adam also sighed.

Although this child was rescued by Adam once, he had suffered severe pneumonia and had serious sequelae. Without a ventilator, he would die again in a few hours.

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

The father of the child obviously knows the inside story.

The medical record stated that the treatment had been going on for two full years, and almost all of them were in and out of the hospital.

The numbness on the other side's face before, and the direct giving up now, and throwing the child to the hospital, may also be too tortured.

It's 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 preheating, and dinner in the evening.

Outside the building.

A black shadow was sitting against the wall, if it weren't for the flash of cigarette butts, Adam's eyesight would have barely seen it.

Adam fixed his eyes and saw that it was the middle-aged African-American man who was thought to have given up his child before.

"I was already on a ventilator, now in the intensive care unit."

Adam thought for a while and walked over.

"it is good."

The middle-aged African man gave a numb answer after smoking a cigarette.

Adam glanced at him, turned and left.

Every family has its cupboard.

My child hurts himself.

There is a limit to what outsiders can do.

Adam had just walked a few steps, and the voice of a middle-aged African man came from behind.

"I got a job managing a recycling plant in Detroit."

Adam stopped and turned to look at each other without speaking.

All the other party needs now is an opportunity to talk.

"I'm moving, and I've been thinking that if Ben dies, things will be easier... But I'm thinking again, what kind of people have such terrible thoughts?

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

In the past two years, it was me and Ben who depended on each other!

no job!

no friend!

No one helps us!

He needs me 24 hours a day, turn him over, feed him, sing to him when he is crying...

I love my son.

I have been working on this for two full years.

Two full years!

I really can't go on anymore.

I need it all to end.

Oh, God!

Oh oh..."

A big man, crying loudly there.

"If you are given a chance to work while taking care of your son, would you like to keep going?"

Adam was silent for a moment and asked.

Zhou Shuren said: There is no filial son before the bed for a long time.

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

For two years, he had been in and out of the hospital frequently, had no job, no income, no social interactions, and was taking care of his half-dead son every day. It is understandable that a man was on the verge of collapse.

If not, he has chosen to give up.

Adam must have taken the initiative to help him before, instead of turning around and leaving.

"of course!"

The African-American man touched a tear and exclaimed, "If he couldn't keep going, 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 then take Ben to take care of him while working."

Naturally, what he gave was the Ellis Charity Foundation established by Caroline.

Because of Adam’s financial support and investment advice over there, the strength of the charity foundation has grown stronger and the facilities of Ellis Manor have become better and better.

There are all kinds of ventilators.

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

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

This kind of hard-working love has surpassed most people.

And after giving up, there is immediate regret.

People help themselves and God helps them.

It is worthy of Adam to give such an opportunity.

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