Chapter 385: Joint Expert Consultation

The moment he learned Adrian Lancaster was showing signs of waking, Theodore Lancaster immediately leveraged his connections to contact the nation’s top expert teams in neurosurgery, critical care, and rehabilitation medicine.

He personally called them, his tone earnest as he invited the experts to the hospital that afternoon for a joint consultation on Adrian Lancaster’s condition.

At three in the afternoon, the leading experts arrived right on time. Without a moment’s delay, they gathered in the consultation room with the attending physician and his medical team.

Considering the gravity of the situation, the hospital invited the three core family members—Theodore Lancaster, Claire Sterling, and Wren Sutton—to sit in on the meeting.

The three of them sat quietly in the back, listening with rapt attention. They didn’t speak or interrupt, focusing solely on understanding his condition and the subsequent treatment plan.

The attending physician methodically retrieved Adrian Lancaster’s complete medical file, the latest brain CT scans, and the 24-hour vital signs monitoring data, presenting them to the team of experts.

The experts gathered around the table, meticulously comparing the various metrics.

They considered Adrian Lancaster’s current state: his consciousness was gradually returning and his vital signs were stable, but his cerebral nerves had not yet fully recovered.

After two hours of rigorous discussion, they finalized a highly targeted, phased treatment and awakening plan.

The team’s first step, addressing the core of the current treatment phase, was to adjust his medication regimen.

They discontinued the existing stimulant-based auxiliary drugs, replacing them with precisely dosed nerve-restorative medication.

It would be administered in micro-doses via intravenous pump to slowly nourish the damaged cerebral neurons and accelerate the recovery of his neurological functions.

At the same time, they would strictly monitor his intracranial pressure to prevent edema and infection, precluding any and all post-operative complications.

Second, they would initiate multi-sensory awareness therapy, which was key to accelerating Adrian Lancaster’s full awakening.

Medical staff would perform passive limb massages for the patient every morning and evening at set times to stimulate his peripheral nerves.

Familiar sounds and soothing music would be played on a loop by his bedside, continuously stimulating his cerebral cortex through auditory input.

This would be combined with gentle verbal calls and warm tactile stimulation, a multi-pronged approach using auditory, tactile, and perceptual stimuli to awaken his dormant consciousness, strengthen his brain’s responsiveness, and encourage him to open his eyes as soon as possible.

In addition, they would collaborate with the nutrition department to create a personalized nutritional support plan. He would be given high-energy, easily-absorbed nutrient fluids to maintain normal metabolic function, prevent muscle atrophy from being bedridden long-term, and provide a solid physical foundation for his consciousness to return.

Wren Sutton sat with perfect posture, her gaze calm and focused, not missing a single detail of the treatment plan.

When she heard the experts analyze the recovery prospects for the damaged nerves, her fingertips curled slightly and her heart clenched.

As they discussed the subsequent nerve-restorative medications and the plan for monitoring his intracranial pressure, she silently committed every detail to memory, her expression growing even more composed and serious.

It wasn’t until the experts proposed the multi-sensory awareness therapy—using familiar sounds and physical sensation to gradually strengthen his brain’s response—that a faint light flickered in Wren Sutton’s eyes.

She showed no outward emotion, but an inner certainty took hold. ’As long as we stick to the plan and the family actively cooperates, Adrian will definitely wake up soon.’

Beside her, Theodore Lancaster’s expression was solemn as he committed every key point of the treatment to memory.

Claire Sterling also looked serious, listening quietly throughout the entire consultation. She only gave a slight nod at key points, maintaining a restrained and proper demeanor.

The entire consultation was professional and efficient. It concluded with the decision to have two of the experts stationed at the hospital 24/7. They would conduct rounds twice daily and fine-tune the plan in real time based on Adrian Lancaster’s physical data, ensuring his recovery process was fully supported.

On behalf of the entire Lancaster family, Theodore Lancaster expressed his sincere and solemn gratitude to the expert panel and the hospital’s medical team.

Claire Sterling and Wren Sutton stood beside him, composed and graceful. Their eyes were filled with gratitude, and they remained poised throughout, never once losing their composure.

The consultation concluded successfully. With all treatment matters settled and in place, the medical team immediately headed to the intensive care unit to begin implementation.

The sky was gradually darkening, and a beautiful sunset was visible through the window.

As they left the consultation room, Theodore Lancaster spoke up, telling Wren Sutton she should go home and rest instead of keeping vigil at the hospital.

Claire Sterling, at his side, nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Wren, it’s getting dark. Go home and rest. Owen and Nina are waiting for you. You head back first; your father and I will stay a little longer. We’ve arranged for someone to stay through the night, so you can rest easy."

Wren Sutton understood her in-laws’ kindness and was also thinking of her two children at home. Without much protest, she nodded and replied softly, "Alright, I’ll head back then."

After saying her goodbyes to them, she turned and left.

The Lancaster family’s dedicated driver had already parked the car at the bottom of the main entrance steps.

Seeing Wren Sutton approach, the driver hurried forward and respectfully opened the car door for her.

"Young Madam, please get in."

Wren Sutton gave a slight nod and ducked into the car.

The car’s interior was spacious and quiet, the temperature comfortable, shutting out the clamor of the outside world.

The driver pulled away from the hospital and merged into the evening traffic.

Halfway through the drive, a baby and toy store on the side of the street caught Wren Sutton’s eye.

When she’d left that morning, she had promised to buy Owen and Nina some nice little toys.

"Master Morgan, could you please pull over by that toy store? I’m going to buy a toy for the children."

"Of course, Young Madam."

The driver smoothly pulled the car over in front of the toy store.

Wren Sutton got out of the car, her expression softening as she walked toward the warmly lit toy store.

As she pushed the door open, a wave of warmth washed over her. The air was filled with a sweet strawberry scent, and a cheerful, melodious children’s song played from the speakers.

The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of baby and infant products—cute, exquisite, and sparkling. It was like stepping into a fairy-tale castle.

Wren Sutton went straight to the plush toy section for infants. She first spotted a little lamb doll. It was snow-white and soft, and it let out a gentle "BAA~ BAA~" sound when squeezed.

Then, she spotted a small dinosaur doll. It was beautifully made, with a cute and unique design that was a little goofy. You couldn’t help but smile just looking at it.

’The lamb for my daughter, and the dinosaur for my son. The two little ones will love them.’

Wren Sutton picked out two new ones, still in their packaging, and went to the register to pay. Then she turned and walked out of the store.

A cool evening breeze drifted past.

The driver already had the car door open. Wren Sutton ducked inside and gently placed the dolls on the seat beside her.

"Master Morgan, let’s go. Home."

"Yes, Young Madam."

The car started moving smoothly again, heading for home.

Wren Sutton leaned back against the comfortable seat, looking down at the dolls in her lap as the last rays of the setting sun streamed through the window, blanketing her in their warm glow.

She thought to herself, ’After I bring this bit of warmth to the children, tomorrow I will bring our whole family’s hope and go wake the sleeping Adrian. Our family will be whole again, sooner or later.’