"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.

to

head hit

revealing his

cannot be brought up to another

stern warning was

Keep it

dean nodded with

stayed for a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell on the

squatted down to pick up the injection, while they just came out of the

looked at her unsatifisedly and warned her to be

nurse seemed to

looked a little timid and did not dare to

the injection, and quickly

let the head nurse take care of the patient from now

that something might go wrong

not

was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with

worry, we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded him

no longer wanted to listen to

pushing the trolley at the door

sideways at them leaving step by step

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

nurse's uniform as a disguise and pushed

she took

He was right here.

wrong that the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile ward where air

in the ward were ringing, and the data on them

moved closer and closer to the

hadn't seen him

before, and he could easily scoop her

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

quite

bed quietly with his

his body to monitor his

"Patrick.."

with emotion, she stood at

"Patrick, please wake up..."

get too close to him

secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried

his grim face, thinking of even Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak,

be awake quickly.I miss you

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