"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.

had to leave

white light above his head hit on Old Master

face, revealing his tiredness and

cannot be brought up to

stern warning was sent to the

Keep it in

with his solemn

Master Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while

Dong — 

"Be careful."

bottle of injected medicine fell on the

in front of the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the injection, while they just came out of the

her unsatifisedly and

nurse seemed to

little timid and

picked up the injection, and quickly packed the

head nurse take care

ordered, fearing that something might go

young nurse nodded humbly, not daring to look

attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with

must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

longer wanted to listen

pushing the trolley at the door of the ward paused

by step with her beautiful brows

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

uniform as a disguise and pushed the utility

took a deep breath and walked

He was right here.

disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making

ringing, and

closer and closer to

hadn't seen him for

very healthy before, and he could easily scoop

she was immersed in guilt, and when eyeing at the cold face she knew

quite weak

bed quietly with his

were connected with his body

"Patrick.."

she stood at the head of the bed, lowering

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with

she could not help secretly reaching out

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried about

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

quickly.I

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