"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

his head hit on Old Master

old face, revealing his

cannot be brought

warning was sent

Keep it in

dean nodded with

just stayed for a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

bottle of injected medicine fell on the ground

front of the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to

her unsatifisedly and

seemed to be a

a little timid and did not dare to

injection, and quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent

let the head nurse take care of the patient from now

that something might go

nurse nodded humbly, not daring

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

must

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

to listen

the door of the ward paused for

by step with her beautiful brows

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

nurse's uniform as a disguise

at the door ahead, she took a deep breath

He was right here.

inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile ward

ward were ringing, and the data on them kept

and closer to

hadn't seen him for

very healthy before, and he could

and when eyeing at the cold face

was quite weak

on the bed

connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

she stood at the head of the bed,

"Patrick, please wake up..."

get too close to

reaching out to touch his cold

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried about

Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she

quickly.I

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