"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.

end, she had to leave with her

his head hit

old face, revealing his tiredness and

be brought up

warning was sent to the

it

nodded with his

stayed for a while and trudged out with his

Dong — 

"Be careful."

fell on the ground by

a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the injection, while

at her unsatifisedly and warned

seemed to be

timid and did not dare

a word, she picked up the injection, and quickly packed the

head nurse take care of the

something might go

nurse nodded humbly, not

so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with the

worry, we must

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

longer wanted to listen to these

the door of the ward paused for a

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

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

wore the nurse's uniform as a

she took a deep breath and walked

He was right here.

inside was particularly

ringing, and the data

closer and closer to

hadn't seen

and he could easily scoop her

and when eyeing at the cold face she knew

was quite weak and

lay on the bed quietly with

with his body to monitor his

"Patrick.."

eyes brimming with emotion, she stood at the head

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close

secretly reaching

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

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

quickly.I miss you so

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