"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 her head

head hit on

old face, revealing

matter cannot be brought up to

was sent to

it

dean nodded with

Master Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a

Dong — 

"Be careful."

injected medicine fell on the ground

to pick up the injection, while they just came out of

at her unsatifisedly and warned her

to be

and did not dare

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

let the head nurse take care of the patient from now

might go wrong with the

humbly, not daring to look directly at

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

we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man

longer wanted to

door of the ward

step with

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

a disguise and pushed

took a deep breath and

He was right here.

was particularly strong, making the room feel

ringing,

closer and closer to

seen him

healthy before, and he could easily

was immersed in guilt, and when eyeing at the cold

was quite weak and

the bed

with his body to monitor his

"Patrick.."

brimming with emotion, she stood at

"Patrick, please wake up..."

too close to him with bodyguards

could not help secretly reaching out to touch his

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried about

grim face, thinking of even Patrick, such a strong man was now so weak, she inexplicably wanted to cry, bit her lips

awake quickly.I miss

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