You Hit My Heart
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 windowsnow and then, and snapping.

Intensive Care Unit.

Frank stayed by Cecelia's side.

Miss Scott had just given Cecelia a full body massage. Cecelia seemedto be asleep, her face was flushed, and her breathing was evenlyundulating.

Dr. Price came over, checked again, and said to himself, "Strange, theedema has subsided, so she should be awake."

Frank gave Dr. Price a hard look, "I've been hearing you say that forthree days! You're a quack, aren't you? You're the wrong person tokeep in the first place.”

"Ah, quackery?" Dr. Price, always mild-tempered, was not at alloffended.

He patted his chest, "I'm the best quack here. If I can't cure it, then youwould have no hope for the others at all." Was he kidding? A quack? Hewas the top surgery specialist. The brain was the most sophisticatedpart 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 comafor an appropriate amount of time. Once she wakes up, her brainrecovers more quickly and there are no after-effects.” Dr. Pricereassured, "I want to make sure Ms. Cecelia to suffer the leastdamage."

“You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!" Frank was going crazy withanxiety 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 gettingready, and if they used heavy weapons to attack, they wouldn't be ableto 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 outof food! We can't hold out any longer! Please! If Ms. Cecelia doesn'twake 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'lltry."

"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 saidslowly as he rubbed his chin.

"Why didn't you say something earlier if you had a solution?" Frank'seyes widened.

"You didn't ask either.” Dr. Price looked innocent, “It's not the lastminute 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 saidcomfortingly, "Ahem, I have worked with Dr. Price for many years, andhe is, in my eyes, a miracle doctor. Don't worry, he's not in a hurry, buthe'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 toget the most out of her recuperation, rather than forcing her to wakeup."

"Hey, let's hope." Frank looked out the window, and a worried looksurfaced 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, andprepared the alcohol for disinfection.

Dr. Price places the device's cord on Cecelia's head and then ...