"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

his head

revealing his

brought up

warning was

it in

dean nodded with his

a while and

Dong — 

"Be careful."

medicine fell on the ground

nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up

unsatifisedly and warned

to

timid and did not dare to

quickly packed the cart when remaining half-bent to show

let the head nurse take care

that something might go wrong with

not daring to look directly

upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the

we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man

to listen to

the door of the ward paused for a

leaving step by step with

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a disguise and pushed the

the door ahead, she took a deep

He was right here.

of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel

in the ward were ringing, and the

and closer to the

hadn't seen

healthy before, and

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

quite weak

the bed quietly with his eyes

wires were connected with his

"Patrick.."

eyes brimming with emotion, she stood at the head of

"Patrick, please wake up..."

didn't dare to get too close to

help secretly reaching out to touch

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted to

quickly.I miss you

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