"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

above his head hit on Old Master

face, revealing

matter cannot be brought up

stern warning was

Keep it

dean nodded with his

stayed for a while and trudged out with his

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell

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

and warned her to

nurse seemed to

timid and did not dare to face

quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent to show

and let the head nurse take care of the patient from now

fearing that something might go wrong with the

young nurse nodded humbly, not daring to look directly

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

we must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded him

longer wanted to listen to

nurse pushing the trolley at the door of the ward paused

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

door ahead, she took a deep breath and walked in

He was right here.

particularly strong, making the

ward were ringing, and the data

moved closer and closer to

seen him

healthy before, and

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

was quite

lay on the bed quietly with

were connected with his body to monitor

"Patrick.."

stood at the head of

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with

reaching out

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried

Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak,

awake quickly.I miss

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