NovelStartThe secret hospital.
Night had fallen, and the windows were dark at night in the mountains.
The wind and snow conitnued. They were flurrying, hitting the windows now and then, and snapping.
Intensive Care Unit.
Frank stayed by Cecelia's side.
Miss Scott had just given Cecelia a full body massage. Cecelia seemed to be asleep, her face was flushed, and her breathing was
evenly undulating.
Dr. Price cover, checked again, and said to himself, "Strange, the edema has subsided, so she should be awake."
Frank gave Dr. Price a hard look, "I've been hearing you say that for three days! You're a quack, aren't you? You're the wrong
person to keep in the first place."
"Ah, quackery?" Dr. Price, always mild-tempered, was not at all offended.
He patted his chest, "I'm the best quack here. If | can't cure it, then you would have no hope for the others at all." Was he kidding?
A quack? He was the top surgery specialist. The brain was the most sophisticated part of the human body, and treatment required
the most patience.
"Don't be in a hurry, it's not a bad thing for Ms. Cecelia to be in a coma for an appropriate amount of time. Once she wakes up, her
brain recovers more quickly and there are no after-effects." Dr. Price reassured, "lI want to make sure Ms. Cecelia to suffer the least
damage."
"You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!" Frank was going crazy with anxiety right now, and it's killing him to run into a slow doctor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs far as he could see, the reserve of food had reached the bottom, and they could still hold out for a day or two at most.
Outside, they were surrounded by Otis's men, who were already getting ready, and if they used heavy weapons to attack, they
wouldn't be able to hold up even if they were all elite snipers.
So, he didn't have tto wait any longer.
"Dr. Price, you don't know what's going on out there! We're running out of food! We can't hold out any longer! Please! If Ms. Cecelia
doesn't wake up today and the people outside attack, we're all dead!"
"So ..." Dr. Price thought about it, "Then there's only one last way I'll try."
"What's the solution?" Hope was rekindled in Frank's eyes.
"I'll try, maybe | can wake up Ms. Cecelia right away," Dr. Price said slowly as he rubbed his chin.
"Why didn't you say something earlier if you had a solution?" Frank's eyes widened.
"You didn't ask either." Dr. Price looked innocent, "It's not the last minute yet, so there's no rush."
Frank, "..."
"I'll go get the equipment.” Dr. Price walked leisurely out of the ICU.
Miss Scott glanced at Frank, whose face was gloomy, and said comfortingly, "Ahem, | have worked with Dr. Price for many years,
and he is, in my eyes, a miracle doctor. Don't worry, he's not in a hurry, but he's sure. Only when he is not sure, he will be
anxious."
Frank is speechless.
Miss Scott added, "Dr. Price must have wanted Ms. Cecelia's body to get the most out of her recuperation, rather than forcing her
to wake up."
"Hey, let's hope." Frank looked out the window, and a worried look surfaced on his face.
A few moments later, Dr. Price fetched a piece of medical equipment.
Miss Scott brought a stool for Dr. Price, close to Cecelia's bed, and prepared the alcohol for disinfection.
Dr. Price places the device's cord on Cecelia's head and then ...
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