"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

light above his head hit

face, revealing his

cannot be brought up to another

was sent

it in

nodded with his

stayed for a

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell

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

unsatifisedly and warned her

to

and did

the injection, and quickly packed the

in and let the head nurse

something might go

nodded humbly, not daring

pay attention to the nurse and

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

to listen to these

at the door

them leaving step by step with

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a disguise and pushed the

she took a deep breath and walked in

He was right here.

particularly strong, making the room

instruments in the ward were ringing,

moved closer and closer to

seen

before, and he could easily

and when eyeing at the cold face she knew

face was quite

on the bed quietly with his

with his

"Patrick.."

emotion, she stood at the head

"Patrick, please wake up..."

dare to get too close to him

help secretly reaching out

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried about

now so weak,

quickly.I miss you so

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