"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

above his head hit on Old Master

face, revealing his tiredness

brought up

warning was sent to the

Keep it

nodded with

for a while

Dong — 

"Be careful."

of injected medicine fell on

in front of the ward, a nurse hurriedly squatted down to pick up the injection,

her unsatifisedly and warned

to

timid and

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

let the head nurse take care of the patient

might go wrong with the patient

not daring to look directly at

to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean,

we must do our

"Enough.Go for your work!"

man scolded

longer wanted to listen to these flattering

at the door

step

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

wore the nurse's uniform as a disguise and

door ahead, she took a deep

He was right here.

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

the ward were ringing, and the data on them kept

closer and closer

seen him for

healthy before, and

guilt, and when eyeing at the cold face she knew

face was quite

on the bed quietly with his

wires were connected with his body to monitor

"Patrick.."

emotion, she stood at the head of the bed,

"Patrick, please wake up..."

dare to get too close

help secretly reaching out to

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

worried

so weak, she inexplicably wanted to cry, bit her lips heavily, and wanted

awake quickly.I

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