Chapter 85 Applying to Join the Medical Team

"Daddy, I miss you." In the VIP hospital room, Callie sat by the bed, using a damp towel to wipe her father's arms. Reuben Marsh had been bedridden for so long that his muscles had atrophied, and his skin had aged prematurely. At just over forty, he looked like he was in his sixties. Callie's heart ached as she observed the changes in him. In just three years, he had transformed from a healthy man into a frail old man. "Daddy, please wake up. I've been dealing with so much at work lately. Will you listen to me and maybe pat my head?" "Things weren’t going well at home either. Joaquin has lost all reason. You need to wake up and manage him. He respects you the most." Callie meticulously wrung out the towel in the water, her voice a constant stream of words, always alert for any sign of reaction from Reuben. After wiping down his body, Reuben remained unresponsive. The only indication of life was the rhythmic movement on the heart monitor. Callie felt heavy-hearted, sitting in a da