Chapter 8
Martin held Randy in his arms, still unable to react, when Debbie rushed over and pushed Patricia away.
"What right do you have to question him? Randy ended up like this because of you! Yes, you guessed it right. He does have bipolar disorder, and his condition is becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Now that you know, are you satisfied?"
Her words made Patricia's head spin. She only knew that Randy had heart disease, but never expected that at such a young age, he would also have a mental illness. How could this be?
"Why didn't you mention it in his medical records?"
Martin gently placed Randy on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and looked at her expressionlessly, "There are many things not recorded in the medical records. Do you want me to tell you one by one?"
Patricia's heart skipped a beat. "What else is there?"
A hint of ridicule flashed in Martin's eyes, "He also has asthma. Two years ago, he secretly ran away from home with his pocket money and a small backpack, wanting to find you. Unfortunately, he caught a severe cold on the way. Thankfully, his life was saved, but he developed asthma as a result."
Patricia felt her legs go weak and stumbled backward. Martin continued, not caring about Patricia’s feelings.
"He also has a severe stomach condition. Because he missed you, his mother, he often didn't eat on time, which led to gastritis at such a young age."
The blame was directed at Patricia. As if saying, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be like this. After hearing this, Patricia couldn't stop her tears from falling. What has Randy been through all these years?
At the time when he needed his mother the most, she couldn't be by his side, and she felt so guilty. With this in mind, she made a decision in her heart.
A shade of darkness passed through Martin's pitch-black, "Just focus on your job, the rest doesn't concern you."
Patricia took a deep breath and trembled, "Martin, I'm sorry..."
Those three simple words made Martin's tall figure tremble. Before he could respond, Patricia added, "I might have to break my promise!"
Martin's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What do you mean?"
With a firm determination, Patricia declared, "I want to recognize Randy as my son!"
As soon as the words fell, the air around them suddenly turned cold. A looming gloom filled Martin's eyes, and he gritted his teeth, uttering two words.
"You dare!"
Debbie instinctively clenched her fist, her nails digging deep into her palm. She angrily said, "Patricia, how could you do this? You abandoned Randy four years ago, and Martin and I struggled to raise him. And now you suddenly come back to claim him as your son. Who do you think we are?"
Patricia couldn't be bothered with her, ignoring Debbie she fearlessly locked eyes with Martin.
"The cause of Randy's illness is because of me It is my duty to take care of him until he recovers. Since his greatest wish is to find his mother, why not fulfill his wish? Once his obsession is gone, his mental condition will improve, and his body will naturally recover better."
Martin didn't expect this argument, and he was suddenly moved. He was willing to do anything, if it would help his son. Seeing his expression softening, Debbie gritted her teeth in frustration.
"Stop making false claims. This is all just an excuse for you to take the child back."
Patricia stared into Martin's eyes, determination set, she played a psychological game. “Mr. Langley, don't you want Randy to get better quickly? Is it really that important whether he follows me or you?”
These words struck a chord in Martin's heart. He gave it some thought and, in the end, Martin compromised.
"Alright, but remember, Randy is my son, and you shouldn't have any delusions about taking him away from me."
Seeing his agreement, Patricia breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, as long as Randy is healthy, I don't care about anything else."
Debbie did not expect Martin to agree so easily. She became insanely jealous at the thought of Patricia being able to spend time with Martin under the pretext of taking care of their child.
"Martin, do you really believe her ridiculous words? She's tricking you."
Martin impatiently furrowed his brow and said in a low voice, "Randy is fine now, you can go and do your own thing. I'll call you if anything comes up."
It was clear he wanted her to leave.. Even though Debbie was filled with countless doubts, she didn't dare to stay any longer. So, reluctantly, she left.
Patricia skillfully carried out a series of examinations on Randy. She found that Randy's condition was far worse than she had imagined.
"His current physical condition doesn't allow for surgery. The priority now is to stabilize his illness. I will take good care of him and help him recover."
Martin looked at the sleeping Randy, he was worried, but didn't say anything.
Patricia gently caressed Randy's little face and said to Martin, "I'll go and prescribe some medicine for him. I'll replace all the prescriptions Debbie had given him before. You stay here and watch over him. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, she returned to her office. While the medication Debbie had prescribed for Randy was effective for his heart condition, it was too strong for a four-year-old child like him to bear in the long run. The medicine Patricia prescribed took effect more slowly but was relatively gentle, suitable for a gradual recovery.
Among them were many medications that she had jointly developed with her teachers at the research institute in her previous hospital, which were highly effective in treating heart diseases. It took a lot of effort for her to persuade her teachers to supply the hospital with these medications, which meant, the quantity was limited and could only be used by her.
After prescribing the medication, Patricia carefully reviewed Randy's medical records again, adding his bipolar disorder and stomach problems to the file.
Because she had just taken office and had many things to do, coupled with the hospital assigning her some newly admitted patients, Patricia was busy in the morning and didn't even have time to drink water.
When she finally finished her tasks, it was already noon. Patricia checked the time, thinking that Randy should be waking up soon, and was about to go and check on him when her phone rang. Checking to see who it was she saw it was a video call from her children.
Thinking that today was their first day of school and they might not be adjusting well, Patricia went to the hallway to answer the call. "Charles, Fannie," she said, craning her neck to see the tiny heads on the screen.
Charles and Fannie excitedly waved at her, "Mommy, are you in the hospital now? How was work today? Did anyone bully you? Did you see Randy? How is he? Is he feeling better?"
The little ones asked a lot of questions all at once.
Patricia patiently answered one by one, "I am in the hospital now, everyone is treating me well, no one is bullying me. I saw Randy this morning, and he is doing alright. You don't have to worry."
Pausing for a moment, she asked again, "How was your first day of school? Were you mischievous? Did you listen to the teacher's instructions? Do you like the new school?"
"Don't worry, Mommy, we're doing great!" Charles, wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Fannie pushing him aside.
"Mommy, did you mention us and Charles to Randy? We miss him so much, when can we see him?"
Seeing her hopeful eyes, Patricia's gaze dimmed. "Not yet, when the time is right, I will let you all meet!"
Fannie, being innocent and understanding her mother's concerns, nodded her little head and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to tell us."
Charles pushed Fannie away and finally found the chance to speak, "Mommy, did you see that jerk of a father? Did he bully you?"
Before Patricia could answer him, there was suddenly a loud commotion from upstairs. The ward that had been quiet all morning was now filled with the sounds of smashing and crashing.
Knowing that Randy had woken up and started causing trouble, Patricia's breath hitched.
She hurriedly said to the two little ones, "Be good in kindergarten and listen to your teachers. Mommy is a little busy right now; I'll make something delicious for you when you come home tonight."
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