"Thank you, but I don’t need it for now."
Ian Shelby sat down on the sofa and made them tea, in a very good mood, with a gentle smile on his lips. "You’ve already helped enough."
Mia Lane asked him, "What’s the hospital called? How much did you invest?"
"Five billion." Ian replied honestly, "That’s all my savings, used for orthopedic consultations and surgeries. Of course, other departnts are also quite systematic."
"Why did you choose orthopedics?" Mia was curious, "You’ll be very busy then."
"For the youth, data shows that there are a lot of children with sports injuries in recent years," Ian explained. "This is the result of my careful consideration."
"That’s great."
"You really are an invaluable good doctor."
"Contributing to the health of humanity."
As they chatted, they moved into today’s main topic.
Mia spoke up, "You noticed my dad’s youngest son the other day, right?"
"Autism?" Ian had indeed observed, and he nodded.
"Yes." Mia inford him, "He’s twelve or thirteen, but only as tall as a seven or eight-year-old. It’s not just autism; now I want to cure him, no matter the cost."
"Have you seen a doctor before?" Ian asked. "Have you done a thorough examination? What’s the case like?"
"I just want to bring him to your hospital, start with a bone age assessnt, and then carry out a detailed examination." That was Mia’s thought. "It might have been unprofessional before."
Ian nodded, "No problem at all, let’s say he’s the first patient to be admitted to our hospital. Master, I’ll definitely take it seriously!"
"By the way, do you have a good dicine for knife wounds?" Mia asked Ian in front of Justin Kingston. "My dad’s assistant got a knife wound, hurt the tendon in his arm, and had a few stitches."
"Absolutely." Ian stood up, opened a drawer, took out an ointnt, and handed it to her. "This works particularly well. As long as it’s not bleeding, apply it once a day, and it heals very quickly."
"OK, thanks!" She reached out and put it in her bag.
"Still thanking ? Isn’t that too formal?"
Mia looked up at him and smiled.
The couple didn’t stay long, and after finishing their business, they said goodbye to Ian. "You go ahead, and we’ll catch up later."
"Drive safely!" Ian saw them to the yard.
The couple got into the car and left shortly after.
Early morning, in the hospital.
David Garcia drove Trevor to the hospital. The doctor said that another IV drip was needed today, and the arm needed a bandage change.
As they got out of the car, they saw a special vehicle from a psychiatric hospital parked outside the lobby.
Everyone passing by couldn’t help but take an extra look, feeling curious.
As they entered the lobby, they saw Sean Dalton being forcibly taken out.
"Don’t touch ! Let go!" she scread, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, clutching a pillow tightly, looking panic-stricken.
"Don’t do this to my child! No! I’m begging you, don’t hurt my child! Don’t touch ! Go away!"
David Garcia and Trevor couldn’t help but stop in their tracks, eyes slightly shocked!
They watched as doctors held her from both sides, only for her to forcefully break free, "None of you touch my child!!"
Sean Dalton resisted frantically!
Pointing at them, she scread, "The child’s dad is a general! Watch out, he might wipe you all out in minutes!!"
"Isn’t she crazy? Such a pity at a young age."
"Isn’t she Sean Dalton? Doesn’t she look like that actress?"
"Her face has been beaten, can’t really tell. Kind of looks like her, kind of doesn’t."
"Really quite pitiful."
"I heard it was her biological mom who did this to her, such a sin."
Listening to the onlookers gossiping, Trevor and David Garcia weren’t feeling easy. They silently observed everything, their hearts heavy.
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