Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 817

Facing the row of men in the corridor, the doctor who was almost bald felt that his hair, which was already very little, was dropping one by one. He wiped his cold sweat, took a breath, and said, “The doctor is still doing resuscitation inside, but I have to make it clear to the family first. The low-level carbon monoxide poisoning can be cured after treatment, but for the severe type, the death rate is relatively high…”

Antony’s veins were about to pop out. “What do you mean?! Is my sister suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning?”

The doctor trembled and said, “It’s not very serious, but it’s more serious than a moderate level. But since Miss Evans is in poor health, there may be some sequelae after she is rescued.”

In fact, he didn’t want to say it in front of these evil-looking men, because he felt that if he said it, not to mention his hair, even his life would be hard to keep. But as a doctor, this was what he had to do. He said,

“The more serious sequelae include hemiplegia, aphasia, symptomatic epilepsy, and possibly delayed encephalopathies, such as dementia and psychiatric abnormalities…”

the process of treatment, the critically ill patient may also have brain herniation, shock, pulmonary edema, acute renal failure, and so on. Of course, they are unlikely to happen… But we have to inform the

if he was going to scold him. Danny pressed his shoulder and asked, “What’s the use

a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly said, “I, I’ll

was closed again. The red light was still on, and

the military academy and always scored high marks in his practical lessons. This kick almost broke

pulled up. Marcus said calmly, “If I ask you to kneel, you should kneel properly. Don’t be lazy. I don’t like

endured the pain all over his body and knelt on the cold ground in fear. He had never regretted it as much as he did now-he shouldn’t have been so anxious… He should have

cigarette, but he remembered that he had already smoked several cigarettes. If the smell of smoke on his body was too heavy, the little girl would

impulse and clenched his nails into his palm, which pierced his skin and flesh, and blood flowed out drop by drop following his clenched