"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 leave with her head

above his head hit on Old

face, revealing

be brought up

stern warning was

Keep it

dean nodded with his solemn

just stayed for a while and trudged out with his

Dong — 

"Be careful."

medicine fell on

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

at her unsatifisedly and

to be

looked a little timid and did not dare to

saying a word, she picked up the injection, and quickly

the stuff in and let the head nurse take care of the patient from

dean ordered, fearing that something might go wrong with the

young nurse nodded humbly, not daring to look directly at

walking ahead was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse

we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded him

longer wanted to

the door of the ward

sideways at them leaving step by step with her beautiful brows furrowed

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

the nurse's uniform as a disguise and

ahead, she took a deep breath and

He was right here.

of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room

ward were ringing, and the data on them kept

closer and closer to

hadn't seen him for

was very healthy before, and

guilt, and when eyeing at the cold

face was quite weak

the bed quietly

connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

stood at the head of the bed, lowering

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with

reaching out to touch his cold

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably

be awake quickly.I

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