"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

head

old face, revealing his tiredness and

matter cannot be brought up to

warning was

Keep it in

with his

for a while

Dong — 

"Be careful."

medicine fell

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

at her unsatifisedly and warned her to

seemed to

little timid and did not

picked up the injection, and quickly packed the cart when

stuff in and let the head nurse take

that something might go wrong with the

nodded humbly, not daring to look directly

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

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded him

longer wanted to listen to these flattering

nurse pushing the trolley at the door of the

step with her

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

the nurse's uniform as a disguise

she took a deep breath and walked in

He was right here.

she felt wrong that the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong,

in the ward were ringing, and the data

and closer to

seen

very healthy before, and he

was immersed in guilt, and when eyeing at the cold face she knew well,

face was quite weak

lay on the bed quietly

his body to

"Patrick.."

at the head of the

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with bodyguards

could not help secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

his grim face, thinking of even Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted to cry, bit her lips heavily, and wanted to

be awake quickly.I miss

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