Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 817

Facing the row of men in the corridor, the doctor who was almost bald felt that his hair, which was already very little, was dropping one by one. He wiped his cold sweat, took a breath, and said, "The doctor is still doing resuscitation inside, but I have to make it clear to the family first. The low-level carbon monoxide poisoning can be cured after treatment, but for the severe type, the death rate is relatively high..."

Antony's veins were about to pop out. "What do you mean?! Is my sister suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning?"

The doctor trembled and said, "It's not very serious, but it's more serious than a moderate level. But since Miss Evans is in poor health, there may be some sequelae after she is rescued."

In fact, he didn't want to say it in front of these evil-looking men, because he felt that if he said it, not to mention his hair, even his life would be hard to keep. But as a doctor, this was what he had to do. He said,

"The more serious sequelae include hemiplegia, aphasia, symptomatic epilepsy, and possibly delayed encephalopathies, such as dementia and psychiatric abnormalities..."

about to be killed by others' eyes. He braced himself and continued, "And, and in the process of treatment, the critically ill patient may also have brain herniation, shock, pulmonary edema, acute renal failure, and so on. Of course, they are unlikely to happen... But we have to inform the family members to

Danny pressed his shoulder and asked, "What's the use of making things

he had seen a life-saving straw,

red light was still on, and no one knew whether the person inside was alive or

always scored high marks in his practical lessons. This kick

white hand pulled his hair forcefully as he was pulled up. Marcus said calmly, "If I ask you to

it as much as he did now-he shouldn't have been so anxious... He should have dealt with Phyllis after some time, otherwise, how

the moonlight was much gentler. Standing at the junction of light and darkness, Harold wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he remembered that he had already smoked several cigarettes. If the smell of smoke on his body was too heavy, the little girl would

clenched his nails into his palm, which pierced his skin and flesh, and blood flowed out drop