Chapter 91 Mental Illness
The morning at the estate was filled with the golden hues of autumn and the morning dew. The servants went about their respective duties - sweeping fallen leaves, picking vegetables. After finishing his exercise, Gabriel took a shower and went to his son's room to wake him up.
Upon entering, he saw his son still wrapped up in the blankets and couldn't help but smile. He walked over and gently called out to him, "Sam, it's time to get up."
The covers were pulled back slightly, allowing Gabriel to see Sam's flushed face clearly. His heart skipped a beat, and he placed his large hand on Sam's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
In a sudden motion, Gabriel stood up and walked out of the room.
"Quick, call the doctor. Sam has a fever. No, never mind, prepare the car!" Gabriel's thoughts were in disarray for a few seconds. He immediately turned back, picked up Sam, and held him in his arms.
The small boy felt weightless in his embrace.
Sam, who had only recently been discharged from the hospital, was now returning once again. The doctors went through their examination and diagnosis.
"The previous gastroenteritis has not relapsed, and the high fever is not caused by inflammation. Let's begin with a fever-reducing shot." Gabriel frowned, watching as the doctor administered the injection to Sam, feeling his heart ache.
At this moment, Sam woke up from the pain. His fluttering eyelashes opened, and when he realized he was being held down, he struggled and screamed in panic.
Gabriel quickly walked up, pushing aside the doctor and nurses, and embraced Sam.
"It's daddy, Sam. Daddy is here, don't be afraid."
His large hand slowly caressed Sam's back.
Gradually, Sam quieted down.
However, his wet eyes still bore the trace of fear.
As the needle was not yet finished, and seeing Sam calmed down, Gabriel gestured for the doctor to continue. They cautiously uncovered the blanket and prepared to administer the shot to Sam's bottom. But as soon as the disinfectant cotton swab touched Sam's skin, he screamed again.
"No more shots." Gabriel pulled up Sam's pants and carried him in his arms.
"Good boy, we won't get any more shots."
Just last night, everything was fine. Sam was in good spirits before going to sleep. In the middle of the night, Gabriel even woke up to check on him, and Sam was soundly asleep, with a slight smile on his lips.
Why did he suddenly develop a high fever in the morning and even show signs of fear?
Gabriel walked around the ward, holding Sam in his arms. His large hand gently stroked Sam's back. This was the method Alfred had told him when Sam first exhibited this fearful behavior, and it helped to calm the child's emotions.
Sam gradually fell asleep in his father's embrace, and Gabriel carefully laid him back on the bed before making a phone call to Alfred.
He had intended to continue with the injections while Sam was asleep, but even in his sleep, Sam would struggle whenever the doctor touched him.
Alfred hurriedly rushed over, panting heavily. Gabriel didn't say anything on the phone, he just needed Alfred to come quickly.
"Mr. Lancaster." Alfred, who had a slightly plump figure, held onto the door and took a few breaths before walking inside. "What happened to the young master?"
"He has a fever, and he's showing signs of fear, refusing to let the doctor come near him." Gabriel explained concisely.
Furrowing his brow, Gabriel looked concerned.
"I'll try giving him some psychological counseling."
Gabriel nodded lightly, leaving the ward to Alfred. He stood by the door, peering inside through the small transparent window.
Alfred woke Sam up. Seeing it wasn't his father, Sam curled up in fear, even waving his hand to shoo Alfred away. But Alfred said something to him, and slowly, Sam quieted down.
Sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, as still as a log, Sam stared at one spot without moving.
No matter what Alfred said to him, he showed no response.
Half an hour later, Alfred came out of the room, shaking his head slightly and let out a sigh. "The young master's condition is not optimistic; medication is necessary."
Gabriel was still reluctant. The side effects of medication for treating mental illnesses are greater than those of regular medications, and Sam is so young.
"He was clearly happy yesterday, and he even made friends and got along with them well."
Gabriel held on to a glimmer of hope, but the next moment, Alfred shattered it.
"Although I too hope for the young master's improvement, the reality proves otherwise. All of this is merely an illusion, to put it simply, just like a dying spark. This condition may recur in the future and each time it does, it will worsen until the most severe consequences manifest."
"What consequences?"
Alfred adjusted his glasses and spoke seriously, "Mental illness."
Gabriel weakly leaned against the wall, his voice dropping several degrees, becoming hoarser.
"But are there any success stories?"
"There are, but they're rare. Mr. Lancaster, rest assured that I will do my utmost to treat the young master."
Gabriel raised his hand slightly, and Alfred understood, but he still had more to say.
"Mr. Lancaster, there is one more thing. Is the young master still meeting his biological mother?"
"Is there a problem?" Gabriel cast a cold glance over.
"Initially, the young master's condition was stable. However, ever since you informed me about his biological mother's reappearance, the young master has started to change. Perhaps his mother said or did something that aggravated his condition."
Almost every time Sophia and Sam met, he was there watching. Sophia didn't do anything out of the ordinary; instead, she seemed to love and care for Sam genuinely.
Except for the last time they met when he had Alex accompany them, and yesterday.
Could it be that in those two instances, Sophia said something to Sam?
Alfred retired after accomplishing his task and left the hospital. After driving a few hundred meters, he stopped and made a call to Tiffany.
"It's all set this time. Sam's condition is more severe than I imagined, Mr. Lancaster..."
"He will not refuse to give him medication."
After all, when it can be treated, nobody wants their son to end up being a lunatic.
Tiffany's cheerful laughter came through the phone.
"Dr. Alfred, you are amazing."
"No, you are amazing." He wouldn't be able to have an impact without the hand of this ruthless woman.
"You have been eyeing that property in North Riverside for a long time, right? I will handle the transfer tomorrow."
Upon hearing that Tiffany wanted to give him that invaluable property, Alfred couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"It's comfortable working with you."
...
Gabriel was keeping watch over Sam in the hospital room. He ignored over a dozen calls from Alex. It wasn't until Sam fell asleep that he moved aside to call Alex back.
Alex: "Boss, where are you?"
"At the hospital, Sam is sick. Junyi is handling today's work on my behalf."
"Understood. Is Young Master alright?"
"Fever, but nothing serious." Gabriel pinched his brow. "Did Morris make contact?"
"Not yet. I've activated our network to reach out to his disciple, but even the disciple doesn't know where he went."
"Continue to deploy more manpower to search."
"Alright."
Morris was the world's most famous professor of child psychology, specializing in autism treatment. He had previously cured the most complex cases of autism in the world.
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