"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

above his head hit on Old

face, revealing

brought

was

Keep it in

nodded with his

Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while and

Dong — 

"Be careful."

fell

squatted down to pick up the injection,

unsatifisedly and warned her to be

seemed to

a little timid and did not

word, she picked up the injection, and quickly

let the head nurse take care of the

something might go wrong

nodded humbly, not daring

Mr.Hopkins walking ahead was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the

must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded

to listen to these flattering

the trolley at the door of the ward paused for

looked sideways at them leaving step by step with her beautiful brows furrowed

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

the nurse's uniform as a disguise and pushed the

the door ahead, she took a deep breath and

He was right here.

of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like

instruments in the ward were ringing, and the

moved closer and closer

hadn't seen him

was very healthy before, and he could easily scoop her

eyeing at the cold face she knew well,

was quite weak

lay on the bed quietly with his eyes

his body

"Patrick.."

brimming with emotion, she stood at the head

"Patrick, please wake up..."

too close to him

not help secretly reaching

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried about

his grim face, thinking of even Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak,

quickly.I miss

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