"How is his condition now?"

It was sunny at midday outside, but it was gloomy in the hospital ward.

The smell of disinfectant was prevalent, which made people lose their spirits.

An old man with a crutch gazed at the ward with his eyes clouded.

He asked someone in a low and hoarse voice, The principal beside looked stiff and replied carefully, "His temperature has returned to normal..."

"I mean his intracranial pressure!"

Old Master Mr.Hopkins's face suddenly darkened as he read the proper noun through gritted teeth.

Acute intracranial pressure, if too high, can lead to cerebral hemorrhage, coma, dilated pupils, and even threaten to life.

But there would usually be many clinical symptoms, such as severe headache, disordered breathing rhythm...Migraines.

They knew about them which they just didn't think of.

This brat, how dared he hide all of them.

The old man retracted his gaze, with his right hand holding his crutch trembling, and he asked slowly, "What is the success rate of the operation?"

"Dad, what operation are you talking about?"

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Judy looked at them in confusion.

"Haven't Patrick's operation already been completed? Did something happen..."

The dean wanted to explain it, but Old Master Mr.Hopkins gave him a glimpse coldly, he was immediately too afraid to say anything.

This matter, indeed, cannot be mentioned causally.

"Dad, what's the matter? The attending doctor said that Patrick would be fine, and he is just unconscious for the time being..."

Judy noticed something strange and became anxious.

"Get out."

The old man frowned, leaving a sentence without looking at her.

Judy looked a little reluctant and unhappy and glimpsed at Patrick, who was still in a coma in bed.

She whispered, "Dad, I know I've done something wrong in the past, but I'm his mother...

"I've said it.Get out!"

The old man glared at her impatiently.

Judy clenched her lips with her pale face, and hesitated for a moment.

Her son was her greatest support for the rest of her life, so he must be safe.

However, she seemed to be very afraid of Old Master Mr.Hopkins.

the end, she had to leave with

white light above his head hit on Old Master

face, revealing his

cannot be brought up to another

was sent to the

Keep it in

with

for a

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell on

the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the injection, while

and warned her to

seemed to be

timid and did not

quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent to show her

and let the head nurse

something might go wrong with the patient

not daring

was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with the treatment plan

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

longer wanted to listen to these flattering

nurse pushing the trolley at the door of the ward paused

step with her beautiful brows furrowed and more

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

uniform as a disguise and pushed the

the door ahead, she took a

He was right here.

smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile

ward were ringing, and the data on

moved closer and closer to the

seen

was very healthy before, and he

and when eyeing at the cold face she knew well,

face was quite weak and

bed quietly with his eyes

were connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

brimming with emotion, she stood at the head of the bed, lowering

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with

could not help secretly reaching out to touch his cold

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried about

a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted to cry, bit her lips heavily, and

be awake quickly.I

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