"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.

she had to leave with her head

above his head hit

revealing

cannot be brought up

stern warning was sent to the

Keep it in

dean nodded with his

Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

injected medicine fell on the ground

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

her unsatifisedly and warned her to be

nurse seemed to

little timid and did not dare to face

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

the head nurse take care

dean ordered, fearing that something might go wrong with the patient

not daring to look directly at

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

worry, we must

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

longer wanted to listen to these

at the door of the ward paused

them leaving step by step

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

wore the nurse's uniform as a disguise and pushed the

at the door ahead, she took a deep breath and

He was right here.

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

instruments in the ward were ringing, and the

moved closer and closer to the

seen

healthy before, and he could easily scoop

in guilt, and when eyeing at the

face was quite weak and

bed

were connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

she stood at the head of the

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too

help secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

was now so weak,

awake quickly.I

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