"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

white light above his head hit on

old face, revealing his

matter cannot be brought up to another

stern warning was sent to

Keep it in

nodded with his solemn

for a while

Dong — 

"Be careful."

medicine fell on

down to pick up the injection,

at her unsatifisedly and warned her to be

seemed to be a

little timid and did not dare

and quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent

and let the head nurse take

dean ordered, fearing that something might go wrong with

not daring to look directly

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

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

wanted to listen

at the door of the ward paused

sideways at them leaving step by step with

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a

the door ahead, she took a deep breath

He was right here.

disinfectant inside was particularly strong,

the ward were ringing, and the data on

moved closer and closer to the

seen him for

was very healthy before, and he could easily scoop her

eyeing at the cold face she

face was quite weak and

lay on the bed quietly

were connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

with emotion, she stood at

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to

could not help secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried

Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably

quickly.I miss

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