"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 head

above his head hit on Old

old face, revealing his

matter cannot be brought

was sent to the

Keep it in

dean nodded with

Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell on

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

at her unsatifisedly and warned her to

seemed to be a

and did not dare

she picked up the injection, and quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent to show her

the stuff in and let the head nurse take care of the

fearing that something might go wrong with

not daring to look directly at

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

we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

to listen to

at the door of the ward paused for a

them leaving step by step with her beautiful

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

wore the nurse's uniform as a disguise and

at the door ahead, she took a deep breath and walked in

He was right here.

particularly strong, making the room feel like a

ward were ringing, and the data

moved closer and

seen him

very healthy before, and he could easily scoop

and when eyeing

was quite weak

on the bed quietly

his body to monitor his

"Patrick.."

she stood at the head of

"Patrick, please wake up..."

didn't dare to get too close to him

not help secretly reaching out to

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried about

thinking of even Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted

quickly.I miss

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