You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The secret hospital.

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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.”

Price, always mild-tempered,

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

with anxiety right now, and it's killing him

see, the reserve of food had reached the bottom,

getting ready, and if they used heavy weapons to attack, they wouldn't be able to hold up even if they were

didn't have time to

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

Dr. Price thought about it, “Then there's only one last way

was rekindled in

I can wake up Ms. Cecelia right

didn't you say something earlier if

innocent, “It's not the last minute yet, so