Chapter 115
“So, how is he?”
Outside, it was clearly noon, and the sun was blazing, but the hospital room felt cool and gloomy. The sharp scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, making it hard to stay alert. Worry and anxiety gripped everyone’s hearts.
Leaning on a cane, George looked towards the hospital bed, his voice raspy as he asked.
The accompanying dean looked uneasy and carefully replied, “His fever has come down a bit…”
“I asked about his intracranial pressure!”
George’s face suddenly turned sullen as
she bit ou
out these words.
He knew the dangers of acute high intracranial pressure all too well – brain hemorrhage, coma, dilated pupils… It could be a matter of life and death.
The typical symptoms included severe headaches, irregular breathing…migraines. They knew it all along, but they just never expected it was because of intracranial pressure.
This punk actually hid it from everyone….
George looked away, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped his cane. “What are the odds of a successful operation?” he asked, his voice
strained.
“George, what operation are you talking about?” The door suddenly swung open, and Mary looked at George and the dean with a confused
expression.
“Didn’t Dominick’s surgery already finish? Is something wrong…”
The dean wanted to explain, but George’s frosty gaze silenced him instantly.
This was clearly not something to be discussed lightly.
“George, what’s
‘s going on?” Mary’s vo
voice was thick with worry, “The doctors said Dominick was going to be okay. That he was just in a temporary coma…” She could feel something wasn’t right.
George’s brow furrowed deeply. He didn’t even look at her. “Leave,” he coldly said.
Mary bit her lip and didn’t want to get out. She glanced at Dominick, still unconscious on the bed.
“George,” she pleaded, “I know I’ve messed up in the past, but no matter what, I’m Dominick’s mother…”
“I said get out!” George snapped, glaring at her.
Mary tightly pressed her lips together, her expression darkening. She hesitated for a moment. Her son was her world. Nothing could happen to him.
But she seemed to be very wary of George. In the end, she lowered her head slightly and reluctantly left the room.
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The bright lights cast down on George’s aged face, revealing his weariness and grief. “You do not tell anyone about this,” he sternly warned
the director.
“Understood,” the director replied solemnly, nodding
George didn’t stay long. With a heavy heart, he walked out of the ward, leaning on his cane.
Thudi
“Be careful”
A bottle of injection fluid accidentally fell to the ground.
Right outside the ward, a nurse hurriedly crouched down to pick up the fallen bottle. The dean and George just happened to come out of the room, looking displeased at the nurse and reminding her.
The nurse, seemingly new and a bit timid, didn’t say a word. With her back to them, she quickly gathered the syringes and tidied the cart, maintaining a respectful, slightly bowed posture.
“Take this inside, and from n
now on, your head nurse will be in charge of this,” the dean instructed her. He couldn’t risk any more mistakes.
The young nurse seemed too intimidated to look directly at him, only nodding humbly.
was growing Irritated and had no patience for the nurse. He urged the director, “Lay out the plan as soon as
Dressed in a nurse uniform, she pushed the small cart and stood in front of the room door, taking a deep breath before slowly stepping
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