Dad, I'm Sorry!

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Karen Daly anxiously patted George's face, only to realize that he was having a high fever. George's forehead, face, and whole body were scalding hot. "Dad, it's all my fault... It's all my fault... I couldn't save Karen..." George cried softly in his subconscious state. "Brother, what are you talking about?" Karen lifted his legs so that he was lying down flat. "Brother, don't be afraid. I'll ask the doctor to check on you right away." People always said that illness could come like a landslide. No matter how healthy you normally were, once you got sick, you would suffer. Karen quickly called for the family physician to come and check on George. After the doctor arrived, he tested George's temperature with the back of his hand and immediately decided to give him an injection. Because George's condition came suddenly and was very serious, the injection could only temporarily relieve his condition. After the injection, the doctor put him on a drip. "Doc