You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1200

The 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 came over, 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 I 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, "I 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.

As 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 time to wait any longer.