"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

white light above his head hit on Old

face, revealing his tiredness and

brought up

was sent

it in

nodded with his

stayed for a while and trudged out with his

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell on

of the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the injection, while they just came out of

at her unsatifisedly and warned her

to be

and

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

stuff in and let the head nurse

fearing that something might go wrong with the patient

nodded humbly, not daring to look directly

was in no mood to pay attention to

worry, we must do

"Enough.Go for your work!"

old man scolded him

no longer wanted to listen

trolley at the door of the ward paused for

leaving step by step with her beautiful

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

nurse's uniform as a disguise and

at the door ahead, she took a deep

He was right here.

the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the

ringing, and the data on

moved closer and

seen him for

healthy before, and he could

and when eyeing at the cold face she

face was quite

the bed quietly with his

with his body to monitor

"Patrick.."

at the head of

"Patrick, please wake up..."

too close

she could not help secretly reaching out to

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

I'm worried

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

awake quickly.I miss you

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