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 undting.


    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 ce."


    "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 aa 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 onest 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 thest minute yet, so there''s no rush."


    Frank, "..."


    "I''ll go get the equipment." Dr. Price walked leisurely out of the ICU.


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    Miss Scott nced at Frank, whose face was gloomy, and saidfortingly, "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 momentster, 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 ces the device''s cord on Cecelia''s head and then ...