Female 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.novelbin
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.
"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 I 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, I 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 ...