"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.

had to leave with her

his head hit

revealing

brought up to

was sent to the

Keep it in

with his

Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while and trudged out

Dong — 

"Be careful."

fell on the ground by

down to pick up the injection, while

unsatifisedly and warned

nurse seemed to

little timid and did not dare

and quickly

stuff in and let the head nurse take care of the

that something might go wrong with

not daring to look

walking ahead was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged

we must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

no longer wanted to listen to these

the door of the ward paused for a

at them leaving step by step with her

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a disguise and pushed the

took a deep

He was right here.

was particularly strong, making the room

instruments in the ward were ringing, and

closer and

seen him

and he could

guilt, and when eyeing at the

was quite weak and

the bed quietly with his eyes

with his

"Patrick.."

with emotion, she stood at the head of the bed, lowering her

"Patrick, please wake up..."

dare to get too close

reaching out to touch his cold

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried

Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted to cry, bit her lips heavily, and wanted to shout

quickly.I miss

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