"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.

to leave with her head

his head hit on

revealing

brought

stern warning was sent to the

it in

dean nodded with his solemn

for a while and trudged out with his

Dong — 

"Be careful."

injected medicine fell on the

down to pick up the injection,

and warned her to

seemed to

timid and did not dare

up the injection, and quickly packed

the stuff in and let the head nurse take care of the patient from now

dean ordered, fearing that something might go

humbly, not daring

walking ahead was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with the treatment plan as soon as

we must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded

to listen to

trolley at the door of the

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

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

as a disguise

the door ahead, she took a

He was right here.

that the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile ward where

in the ward were ringing, and

closer and closer

hadn't seen him for

healthy before, and he could easily scoop her

and when eyeing at the cold

face was quite weak and

on the bed quietly

his body

"Patrick.."

at the head of

"Patrick, please wake up..."

didn't dare to get too

secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak,

be awake quickly.I

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