A Father And His Wolves

Mr. Allen's face got worse. Instead of answering Cecilia's question directly, he looked a little embarrassed at Sean and said, "Mr. Mason, your daughter is still young, her physiological functions are still

developing and improving, and her immune ability is relatively weak."

"I mean, she was suddenly injected with a massive dose of an unknown hormone, her temperature increased, her organs damaged, her blood changed, which, given her condition, would have been too much to handle."

"It's a miracle she made it this far, like..."

Sean knew what he wanted to ask.

So, he nodded, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Allen, I know something about medicine. When I found my daughter, she had been running a fever, so I took some first aid."

"Oh?"

Mr. Allen's eyes lit up. Though Sean said it like it was nothing, he was a professional doctor, and he knew what Sean had done was unusual!

At the very least, if Phyllis's condition worsened, there was nothing he could do!

Knew something about medicine?

Knew something about healing?

If you just knew something about medicine and healing, then what about us department heads and medical professors?

Should we call ourselves laymen?

He really wanted to ask a question, "What kind of first aid did you do? why is it so amazing?"

"Can you teach me?"

But Sean played it down and obviously didn't want to say much. He hesitated and hesitated, and finally refrained. He just nodded his head and said, "Oh, I see..."

Then he looked at Cecilia and answered her question, "Miss Moore, if we use conservative treatment, when your daughter will wake up depends on her sense of survival. It could be tonight. It could be tomorrow."

"Of course, it could be next month, or even next year."

"Until we find the cause, all we can do is to keep her vitals alive..."

In plain English, she could wake up any minute.

Or maybe she would never wake up!

Mr. Allen's words were like a hammer that broke the last pillar of Cecilia's spirit. Her fragile body shook violently, and then she collapsed like a deflated ball.

Sean bent over for a princess hug and picked her up. Then he turned to Mr. Allen and said, "Well, let's just treat it conservatively. I have a friend who's an expert in this area, and he'll be here in the morning, and he should be able to figure out what's the cause."

"Oh?"

Mr. Allen's eyes shone again, thinking, "Is your friend better than you?"

Was he far better than you?

Sean ignored him and walked away with Cecilia in his arms to visit Phyllis.

Being held by Sean, Cecilia didn't put up a fight this time. Her eyes were glazed over and her face was pale, tears streaming down her face. Sean took the stairs instead of the elevator. As he walked, he bowed his head and comforted her, "Honey, don't worry. I've already called my friend and asked him to come as soon as possible."

"He is an expert in this field. There is no incurable disease that he cannot cure."

"Trust me, Phyllis is gonna be fine."

"I promise."

Sean's soft voice was in her ears. Cecilia leaned sideways on Sean's broad shoulders, feeling Sean's solid chest. For the first time in five years, someone stood behind her and supported her when she was in trouble.

The feeling of being taken care of was strange and warm to her.

Suddenly, Cecilia looked up, stared at Sean with tears streaming down her eyes, and said, "I don't care what you were, a good guy or a bad guy, a rich guy, or a bum on the street. Help me, please save Phyllis okay?"

"If you can save Phyllis, if you can return my Phyllis safe and sound, I will promise you anything. I will give you anything!"

Her voice was small but firm!

Cecilia would do whatever it took to save Phyllis!

Sean and Cecilia looked each other in the eye, then he shook their heads and said, "Hey, I don't want anything. I just want you and Phyllis. I want you two to be fine." "Phyllis is your daughter and mine, too. You are Phyllis's mother, and I am Phyllis's father and your husband."

"We're a family!"

Sean's words stirred Cecilia's heart.

Father?

After two days of contact, Cecilia had to admit that Sean was a good guy. He was kind to her, to Phyllis, to Marcia, and to Matthew. But some things didn't work that way.

The incident five years ago was a knot in Cecilia's heart that would never be erased. Until she could figure out what happened with the pregnancy, until she found out who Phyllis's real father was, she wouldn't accept another man.

That was her rule! That was her bottom line!

Little did she know that the man she was being held in his arms, Sean Mason, was the one she had been looking for.

Sean was not lying! He was Phyllis's dad!

Biological dad!

The two of them went to room 508VIP, and as they walked through the door, Phyllis was in bed, receiving fluids. Her face was normal, but her eyes were still closed. She was in a coma, like a sleeping angel. Marcia and Matthew stood by the side of the bed, wiping away tears.

"Cecilia!"

When Sean came in with Cecilia in his arms, both of them were stunned. Marcia immediately stood up and came to meet her. "Cecilia, what's wrong with you?" "Mom, I'm fine."

Cecilia shook her head and said, "I'm probably just a little tired. I'll take a break."

Sean carried Cecilia directly to the opposite caregiver's bed, laid her down, tucked her in, and said softly, "Honey, you can have a rest if you're tired. I'll take care of Phyllis." "Okay."

Cecilia nodded and looked over her shoulder at Phyllis in the bed next to her. How could Cecilia sleep without Phyllis waking up?

The VIP room was fully equipped with everything in it. Sean picked up a basin, went to the bathroom, got a bowl of hot water, and held it over to Matthew and said, "Matthew, let me wash your feet."

What?

Marcia and Cecilia were stunned. Why were they washing their feet at this time?

Only Matthew knew that Sean was massaging his crippled legs. But in the light of the present situation, he sighed and said, "You know what? Forget it."

"No!"

Sean took off Matthew's shoes and socks without another word. Then he said, "When Phyllis wakes up, you're gonna take her out with you." Matthew couldn't move his legs, so he let Sean do it.

Looking down at his "found" son-in-law, Matthew had mixed feelings. Marcia and Cecilia thought Sean was being filial and didn't bother to stop him. But Sean was a rare person to be able to do this.

Ten minutes later.

After the massage, Sean poured out

the water and came back to say,

"Matthew, Marcia, you've been worrying all afternoon, so go home

early and get some rest. Cecilia and I

will take care of Phyllis." Content

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"As Mr. Allen told me, Phyllis was just in shock and went into a coma. Her blood pressure's not normal, but she could wake up any minute."

"I'll call you as soon as Phyllis wakes up."

Sean didn't tell Marcia and Matthew about Phyllis's illness, so they wouldn't be nervous. He just hoped that when Spirit Wolf arrived, there was a way to wake Phyllis up. Otherwise, the truth would be out soon.

"Really?"

Marcia and Matthew looked at each other and said excitedly, "Did Mr. Allen really say that? Is Phyllis..."

"Is she really okay?"

Sean shook his head and said firmly, "Rest assured. I promise you that Phyllis is gonna be fine."

"She will be okay!"

Sean said it firmly, but in Marcia's eyes, he was an outsider. So, In her excitement, Marcia unconsciously turned to Cecilia in the escort bed.

Cecilia nodded and said, "Sean was right. Phyllis is gonna be fine."

"Mom, why don't you go home with my dad, because I need you to take care of Phyllis tomorrow. I don't want you to be exhausted."

Cecilia's words reassured them.

"Okay! Ok."

Marcia wiped tears from her eyes, clasped her hands, looked up at the ceiling and said reverently, "I'm glad it's okay! That's good! Thank God!" "I'll go home with your father..."

Marcia ran to the hospital bed, kissed Phyllis on the cheek, stared at her for a long time, and then reluctantly pushed Matthew out of the VIP room. Sean took them downstairs and had one of the officers take them home. After watching them get into the police car, he returned to the VIP ward.

By this time, Cecilia had gotten out of her escort bed and sat down at Phyllis's bedside. She held Phyllis's left hand, which was not on fluids, and the tears that had just stopped gushed again. "Your friend..."

When Sean came back, she looked back at him and said, "Is he really an expert? Can he really save Phyllis?"

Just now, when she comforted Marcia and Matthew, her tone was just as firm as Sean's, but now there was no one else, she also needed Sean to give her a psychological comfort, to cheer up. After all, there was nothing Mr. Allen could do, and he had to resort to so-called conservative treatment.

"Of course."

Sean walked over to her, crouched

down, took her and Phyllis by the hand, and said solemnly, "He is the

the

Holy Hand of Ghost Medicine, there is no cause of disease that he

cannot find out, there is no prescription that he cannot

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"Thank you."

No matter what Sean said was true or not, whether it was pure comfort or not, Cecilia felt a sense of security in her heart after hearing Sean's words. "Honey, I'd appreciate it if you got some rest."

Without saying a word, Sean put Cecilia back on the bed and bowed his head. "I promised Phyllis last night that I would continue telling her about the district fight tonight..."

Cecilia blushed a little.

How nice that would be.

In such a large VIP ward, there were only three of them. Time flied like water. Before you knew it, it was five in the morning. Sean had been telling Phyllis stories and Cecilia had been listening.

He almost told the whole story of his last five years.

Until there was a steady sound of footsteps outside the VIP room, followed by a knock on the door and a familiar voice calling out from outside, "General Wolf!"

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