"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

"Tia, just hold on, hold on, okay?"

"It hurts! It really hurts!"

"I know, baby, but maybe if you endure it, it might get better."

"It hurts like hell! Give me the medicine!"

The Fulton family was now on the verge of collapse.

Initially, they thought bringing their daughter back from the hospital would make things better.

Who would have thought they couldn't control the use of the Oxycodone at all?

Moreover, it seemed Tia's condition was worsening.

This was indeed very puzzling.

Tia kept complaining about the pain, but that in itself was a problem.

Could this little girl be lying?

That is, maybe she wasn't really in pain, but just wanted Oxycodone.

This kind of thing had happened before.

Yes, nowadays children can be quite cunning.

But sometimes the pain was real too.

It had happened before and left Mrs. and Mr. Fulton full of regret.

Turns out the cry of pain was real.

They really felt like fools.

But... this also appeared to be an unsolvable problem.

To give or not to give the medication, it's truly a headache for them.

Fulton was merely a pharmaceutical representative, even if he was now a manager.

But that doesn't mean he understands anything about medical knowledge.

Besides, even if he did understand medicine, Tia's situation was very hard to judge.

Even doctors now rely on various instruments for diagnosis.

Yet, the Fultons didn't dare to take their child to the hospital lightly.

Spending money was a lesser concern.

The key was, what if the hospital continues with the Oxycodone treatment?

What if they don't use this drug, or if there is something wrong with it?

What would they do then?

The original purpose of bringing their daughter home was to control the use of this drug.

They dare not let the issue with the drug be exposed.

After all, Mr. Fulton was the manager for Purdue Pharmaceutical in San Diego.

If he himself had problems,

it would affect the drug no matter what.

Thus, they were caught between a rock and a hard place.

Giving it might lead to addiction.

In the future, they might have to give more, or even switch to something else, something more potent.

Not giving it, they couldn't confirm if the child was lying.

Plus, it might actually be true.

What if something really happened to their child?

The couple was at their wit's end.

In the end... they decided to give it.

That day, Tia once again cried out in pain, a gut-wrenching cry.

The Fultons couldn't hold out any longer.

Anyway, for the wealthy, this medicine was still easily accessible.

Simply give her some more then.

As it turned out... Tia indeed stopped complaining about the pain.

But not long after, it seemed the child was going downhill fast!

What to do?

The couple had no choice but to take Tia to the hospital.

...

San Diego Center Hospital.

"Doctor, what is wrong with our child?"

"How can we say? By the way, have you consulted your family doctor?"

"This... we were too anxious, so no."

"That's not acceptable; without a referral from your family doctor, we can't treat this child."

"How could it be this way? Aren't we..."

"If you're in a hurry, you should go through the emergency route."

"But the emergency route..."

"That's right, it indeed doesn't allow for insurance, so I would still suggest you go see your family doctor."

"You all..."

The Fultons were shown the door with their ailing daughter Tia.

Well, this isn't something strange.

In the United States, especially if you want to use medical insurance to see a doctor, this is the process.

First, see your family doctor, and if they can deal with it, that's for the best.

But generally, they'll tell patients to drink more water.

Thankfully, most family doctors, although not very skilled, won't pretend to know it all, and will recommend unsolvable cases to larger hospitals.

Then it's off to the large hospital?

No, no, no.

Up next, you wait.

Yes, at this stage, you queue up, because even large hospitals have a shortage of medical resources.

Once you've booked an appointment with a hospital doctor, there'll typically be scans or something, right?

You even need an appointment to get those scans done.

Put simply, X-rays, for instance, are quite commonplace in China, perhaps not so much with MRIs, where you might have to wait an hour or two.

But in the United States, just for an X-ray, the waiting time can be weeks.

If it's urgent, what then?

Emergency.

But using the emergency room means foregoing the insurance.

The Fultons were in a real rush now.

Watching Tia's breaths grow ever weaker in their arms, the couple gritted their teeth!

Emergency it is then!

In the emergency room, money flowed like water.

Fortunately, they finally got the scans done.

What were the results?

"We suspect cancer."

"Cancer?"

The Fultons were shocked straight away.

Tia was so young, how could it be cancer?

Yet the doctors didn't agree.

"This looks more like an aneurysm!"

Some doctors gave such a diagnosis.

An aneurysm?

Then the two doctors started arguing amongst themselves!

"The scans clearly show cancer, it's so obvious."

"It's clearly an aneurysm, not cancer at all!"

"You're talking nonsense! It's obviously cancer, what we need now is a biopsy!"

"Aneurysm! And it's already bleeding, look at the patient's state, it should be a ruptured aneurysm situation."

"The patient clearly isn't in pain..."

"It's probably because of some medicine they took!"

The doctors were quarrelling and it dragged in the issue of medication.

This made the Fulton couple even more anxious.

Because they were afraid of discovery, that they had given their child Oxycodone.

After all, it's a prescription medicine.

Would they be held liable?

So it went, the doctors argued, and the parents panicked.

Tia, the little girl, her breathing grew weaker and weaker.

...

Los Angeles.

Zhou Mo Sen was quite comfortable living at Jessica's for the past few days.

Anyway, he worked when there was work to be done.

Driving on the highway to San Diego doesn't take much time at all.

In fact, that's how it is in the United States.

Many people have a long commute for work, some drive, others take trains.

Commuting dozens to over a hundred kilometers isn't unusual.

The key is, Zhou Mo Sen could recuperate and rest.

Give Xiaozhou a holiday.

But how was it going with Jessica?

Though he had found a good designer for Jessica Alba, that dance or whatever she still had to perform.

Quentin, that guy, didn't seem like a decent person.

Well, he does seem to know a thing or two about making movies.

The interesting part is, he likes to die in the movies he directs.

And he dies quite tragically every time.

So, a person like that must have peculiar tastes, right?

As he was thinking, Jessica came back.

"Zhou! Haha..."

The girl threw herself happily into Zhou Mo Sen's arms.

"What's up? What's up?"

"The director said it was great!"

"This..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

What Zhou Mo Sen said made Jessica sense something.

Could it be, he's jealous?

Hehe...

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