Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 104 

"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.

In the end, she had to leave with her head lowered.

The white light above his head hit on Old Master Mr.

Hopkins's old face, revealing his tiredness and distress.

"This matter cannot be brought up to another person."

A stern warning was sent to the dean.

"I Keep it in mind."

The dean nodded with his solemn expression.

Old Master Mr.Hopkins just stayed for a while and trudged out with his crutch.

Dong —

"Be careful."

A bottle of injected medicine fell on the ground by accident.

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

They looked at her unsatifisedly and warned her to be careful.

The nurse seemed to be a newcomer.

She looked a little timid and did not dare to face them.

Without saying a word, she picked up the injection, and quickly packed the cart when remaining half- bent to show her respect.

"Push the stuff in and let the head nurse take care of the patient from now on."

The dean ordered, fearing that something might go wrong with the patient inside.

The young nurse nodded humbly, not daring to look directly at him.

Old Master Mr.Hopkins walking ahead was so upset that he was in no mood to pay attention to the nurse and urged the dean, "Come up with the treatment plan as soon as possible..."

"Don't worry, we must do our best..."

"Enough.Go for your work!"

The old man scolded him irritably.

He no longer wanted to listen to these flattering words.

The nurse pushing the trolley at the door of the ward paused for a moment.

She looked sideways at them leaving step by step with her beautiful brows furrowed and more uneasiness.

"What the hell happened?"

Christina didn't understand it.

Grandpa behaved strangely.

She wore the nurse's uniform as a disguise and pushed the utility cart.

Looking at the door ahead, she took a deep breath and walked in slowly.

He was right here.

Not sure if she felt wrong that the smell of disinfectant inside was particularly strong, making the room feel like a sterile ward where air was quite depressing.

The instruments in the ward were ringing, and the data on them kept flashing.

She moved closer and closer to the bed.

She hadn't seen him for days.

He was very healthy before, and he could easily scoop her up...

Gradually, she was immersed in guilt, and when eyeing at the cold face she knew well, she froze.

Patrick's face was quite weak and pale.

He lay on the bed quietly with his eyes closed.

Many wires were connected with his body to monitor his condition. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Patrick.."

Her eyes brimming with emotion, she stood at the head of the bed, lowering her head.

"Patrick, please wake up..."

She didn't dare to get too close to him with bodyguards outside.

But she could not help secretly reaching out to touch his cold palms.

"Patrick, I'm Christina."

Patrick, I'm worried about you...

Looking 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 shout out.

"Patrick, be awake quickly.I miss you so much..."

When she spoke out these words, her eyes were getting moist.

Bang -

"Patrick!"

Suddenly, a shout from behind startled Christina.

She did not know why she immediately withdrew her hand.

"Are you the nurse to change the injection?"

The female's voice sounded clear, she walked quickly to her side and looked a little thoughtful.

"You go out first.The bottle was finished yet.I'll call you later."

Christina didn't know how to reply.

She didn't want to leave so soon.

"Patrick, you've been sleeping for a few days.The whole company is waiting for you.Be awake quickly.Charles and I can't stand it anymore."

The woman walked directly to the other side of the bed, picking up some wet cotton sticks from the counter and moistening his dry lips expertly and gently.

She said it naturally and it seemed that they were familiar with each other.

"Patrick, we all need you.You can't be lazy anymore"

She continued saying with a chuckle, as if she was chatting to the man.

Her words made Christina stare at her.

Who was she? The woman had white skin, was dressed in a black, neat, and expensive suit skirt with her long curled hair.

The charm as a mature woman was shown on her face, and no extra jewelry was with her.

She looked energetic and smart.

"You're not a nurse here?"

Sure enough, she was smart enough to notice that Christina looked different from the photo on the little card on her uniform.

"Who are you?"

Now, she immediately became vigilant, quickly stood up straight and protected the man in front of the bed.

"I, l am..."

Christina stared at her, not knowing what to speak for a moment.

"Bodyguards, come in."

The woman shouted anxiously at the door, "I don't know who you are, but you'd better leave immediately!"

Her words were cold, with her eyes fixed on Christina sharply.

"This woman came in disguise, took her away, and found out who she was..."

Looked at their repulsive look, Christina became nervous.

She spoke out to explain, "I am…”

“..She, she's my wife."