"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

his head

old face, revealing his

matter cannot be brought

was

Keep it in

nodded with his

a while and trudged

Dong — 

"Be careful."

fell on the ground by

nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up

unsatifisedly and warned her to be

seemed to be

little timid and did not

the injection, and quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent to

head nurse take care of the patient

might go wrong with

nurse nodded humbly, not daring

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

must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded

wanted to listen to

the door of the

at them leaving step by step with her beautiful brows

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

uniform as a disguise and pushed

took a deep

He was right here.

the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly

ward were ringing, and the data on

closer and

hadn't seen

healthy before, and he could easily

in guilt, and when eyeing at the cold face

face was quite weak and

the bed

his body

"Patrick.."

at the head of the bed,

"Patrick, please wake up..."

get too close to him with

not help secretly reaching out

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

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

awake quickly.I

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