"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

old face, revealing his tiredness and

cannot be brought up to another

warning was sent

Keep it in

with his

for a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

injected medicine fell

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

at her unsatifisedly and warned

nurse seemed to be a

a little timid and

and quickly packed the

head nurse take care of the patient from

something might go

nodded humbly, not daring to look directly

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

worry, we must

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded him

wanted to listen to

the trolley at the door of the ward paused for

step with her

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

as a disguise and

took a deep

He was right here.

sure if she felt wrong that the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile ward

ward were ringing, and the

closer and

hadn't seen

very healthy before, and he

eyeing at

quite weak

the bed quietly with his eyes

wires were connected with his body to monitor

"Patrick.."

with emotion, she stood at the head

"Patrick, please wake up..."

didn't dare to get too

help secretly reaching out to

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried about

so weak, she inexplicably wanted to

awake quickly.I miss

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