The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

"The surgery was a success."

"But we'll have to wait until he wakes up to assess how well he's recovered."

Winston was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But Winston didn't go to rest immediately after the little one was wheeled out.

Even though he has been waiting for more than ten hours without eating or drinking, he still insists on staying by Wutu's side without leaving for a moment.

Winston had only one thought.

That's because I'm worried the little one will wake up and cry if he can't see his dad.

The butler knew that Winston wouldn't listen to anyone's advice at this moment, so he could only bring Winston's change of clothes and toiletries.

Winston thus settled into the black rabbit's hospital room.

From being completely at a loss at the beginning, Winston has now become quite skilled at taking care of the little one.

But Winston waited for several days, and the black tusk still hadn't woken up from its coma.

The little guy's pale expression made him look like he was in eternal sleep. If it weren't for the heart rate monitoring machine constantly displaying data, Winston would have really thought it was all a hallucination.

The doctors held consultation after consultation.

They really didn't know where the problem lay, so they could only try to find scholars from the Brain Science and Memory Research Institute.

The researchers examined it and deduced:

"Perhaps the feeling of being on the verge of death was too intense for his body. Normal people rarely experience the feeling of surviving on the brink of death more than a few times in their lives."

"Perhaps it was this near-death experience that pushed him to his limit that made his body unable to hold on any longer, and he chose to give up."

"You could also say that the patient's will to live was too weak, and he couldn't wake up."

"After all, he's still just a child. Maybe he finds being sick too painful."

Winston paused for a moment, then stated his demands directly:

"I must save him. I know you've been researching the human brain's memory, and you even have observation machines."

"If we can wake him up, I will fund your next research project."

Faced with absolute fame and fortune, the researchers would certainly agree, but this machine is not omnipotent:

"This device allows you to return to the patient's memory of the time when they needed help the most, to help them, to save them, and to ignite their will to live. But everything you experience inside is an illusion, like a holographic experience; it's all fake."

"And this memory will remain in your hearts forever unless it is erased using hypnosis, so if you fail to save the patient, it will also leave a shadow on their life."

"You can use this to change his life, but you can also ruin it."

"Furthermore, if this memory observation device is used for too long, there is a risk of turning the experimenters into idiots."

Winston listened without any objection.

No matter how great the risk, he will try.

The little guy only has him.

If even he gives up...

Winston gripped the black rabbit's hand tightly; the small hand in his palm seemed even more fragile.

But Winston's large hand enveloped the black crow's hand.

Always, always holding the black rabbit's hand.

I will never let go again.

……

Winston called over the children, as well as the butler and assistants.

He needs to arrange backup plans for using the instruments, and he also needs to hand over work-related matters.

But to his surprise, Richard and his children all had to use the equipment together.

Lilith immediately said:

"If it weren't for the little one, Cyrus wouldn't have been saved at all, so I'm going to save him this time too. After all, I'm his older sister."

Richard nodded:

"Yes, the little one is also our family."

"We are brothers and sisters, we are family members connected by blood, and we love Wutu too..."

"If the little guy knew that so many people were waiting for him to come home, he would definitely wake up."

Winston's eyes flickered.

Logically speaking, the cold-blooded and rational Winston family would never do something so reckless.

Interests and leverage are ingrained in their instincts as a means of measurement.

But now, even cold-blooded monsters will lower their heads and expose their vitals for the sake of a tender life.

Winston, along with Richard, were all prepared.

The device was connected to the brain's neural plexus, and with a splitting headache, Winston opened his eyes again to find himself no longer in a hospital.

The wailing sirens constantly tightened people's heartstrings, red and blue lights flashed, and the figures of people coming and going were all in a hurry. The car accident scene in the distance looked tragic and terrible.

This looks like an airport.

There was a car accident ahead.

The shouts, cries, and pleas for help from passersby filled the air, but Winston stood alone in a corner, looking completely out of place.

"Who's going to take care of that child?!"

Someone ran past, and Winston looked in the direction the person was looking. He saw a very small child in front of a pool of blood that looked like a mangled mess.

For some reason, Winston's heart started racing.

He couldn't help but take a few steps closer, and finally, under the streetlights, he could see the child's face clearly.

He looked no more than two years old. Bloodstains on his face and hair had congealed into fragments. He stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, unconsciously uttering:

"Mother."

More importantly, it's the little guy's face.

Those eyes and brows, though they looked much younger and more innocent, still made Winston's heart flutter.

It is a black rabbit.

It was a tiny, two-year-old crow that had just lost its mother.

It is a crow that has lost its support and has not yet been harmed by its aunt's family.

"Does this child have no other family?!"

The rescuers nearby picked up the little black rabbit, wanting to check if it had any identification on it.

"He seems to be a foreigner. We need to take him to a shelter first, and then contact the Chinese embassy to find his family."

Even when the rescuers picked the little guy up, he didn't react much.

His dark eyes remained fixed on the direction of his mother's body.

The rescuers followed his gaze and saw the horrific scene. They felt sorry for the body and immediately sent someone to collect it.

Once the blue body bag is on her, Mom doesn't seem like Mom anymore.

It has become an object that has lost all meaning.

An inheritance that can be taken away by someone.

The black rabbit remained stunned and did not speak.

The rescuers sighed and went to the car to get a plush toy to comfort the animals, but were stopped by a man on the way.

"I'm sorry, I'm the child's father."

Winston couldn't hide the heartache on his face.

So the rescuers trusted him and let him take the child over.

When Winston held the little black rabbit in his arms, he realized that a two-year-old child was so small and so soft.

Winston couldn't exert any force at all; the little guy's entire body seemed to be soft, even his bones were soft, and he was constantly radiating heat that burned his heart.

Winston can hold the little one steadily with one hand and even massage the child's cold ankles.

When he discovered that Wu Tu was still looking over there at the piles of corpses.

Winston hesitated for a moment, then covered the black rabbit's eyes with his hand.

He coaxed softly:

"Baby, Daddy's here."