"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.

to leave with

head hit

face, revealing his tiredness and

brought up to

was sent to the

Keep it

dean nodded with his solemn

stayed for a while and trudged out with

Dong — 

"Be careful."

bottle of injected medicine fell

down to pick up the injection, while they just came out of

her unsatifisedly and warned her to be

nurse seemed to be

looked a little timid and did

a word, she picked up the injection, and quickly

nurse take care

might go wrong

humbly, not daring to look

attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

longer wanted to listen to these

pushing the trolley at the door of the ward paused for

leaving step by step with her beautiful brows furrowed and

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

uniform as a disguise

she took a

He was right here.

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

ward were ringing, and the data on

and

seen him for

before, and

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

was quite weak and

on the bed quietly with his eyes

wires were connected with his

"Patrick.."

emotion, she stood at

"Patrick, please wake up..."

too

help secretly reaching

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried about

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

quickly.I

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