"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

white light above his head hit on Old

revealing his tiredness

cannot be brought up to another

warning was sent to

it

dean nodded with

Master Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a

Dong — 

"Be careful."

bottle of injected medicine fell on the ground

front of the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the

her unsatifisedly and warned

to be a

looked a little timid and did not dare to

the injection, and quickly packed the cart when

in and let the head nurse take care of the patient

fearing that something might go wrong with the

young nurse nodded humbly, not daring to look

to pay attention to the nurse and

must

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man

no longer wanted to listen

door of the ward paused for

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

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a disguise

the door ahead, she took a

He was right here.

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

the ward were ringing,

closer and closer to the

hadn't seen him

very healthy before, and he could easily

and when eyeing at the

quite weak

on the bed quietly with

were connected with his body to

"Patrick.."

brimming with emotion, she stood at the head of the bed, lowering her

"Patrick, please wake up..."

to get too close to him with bodyguards

not help secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried about

Patrick, such a strong man was now so

awake quickly.I miss

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