The bespectacled doctor quickly pressed his hands down in the air, “Don’t be nervous, I’m just talking about the general theory of brainstem hemorrhage. Brainstem hemorrhage is a neurological emergency with a poor prognosis and a high mortality rate. For hemorrhages less than fifteen milliliters, the mortality rate is about 17.1%. For those over fifteen milliliters, the mortality rate is about 81.8%. If the brainstem hemorrhage exceeds 20ml, if not 100%, then at least 99% mortality rate. Yet this young man is still alive at this point, and he doesn’t even seem to have any major problems. This is truly unbelievable, and is a miracle in medical history.”

The three of them listened as if in a dream, completely unable to understand what he was talking about. The only thing they seemed to know was that some kind of miracle had happened to Brian Carter.

Finally, Linda Bennett interrupted him, “Doctor, can you put it simply? What exactly is going on with my classmate?”

The bespectacled doctor thought for a moment and said, “To put it simply, your classmate has a hematoma in his head the size of a watermelon!”

The three of them were startled again, so shocked they couldn’t speak for a while.

Linda Bennett carefully looked at Brian Carter’s head, and after a while, she muttered, “Doctor, his whole head doesn’t even seem as big as a watermelon, so how can there be a hematoma the size of a watermelon?”

The bespectacled doctor corrected her seriously, “Please note, I’m only referring to the shape, not the size!”

The three of them broke out in a cold sweat. Then why didn’t you make it clear, are you trying to scare us to death?

Linda Bennett asked again, “So how big is the hematoma exactly?”

The bespectacled doctor gestured, “About the size of an egg.”

The three of them sweated again. Why didn’t you just say it was the size of an egg? Why bring up a watermelon?

Linda Bennett asked again, “Is this situation serious?”

The bespectacled doctor hesitated, “Well… it’s hard to say!”

Linda Bennett asked again, “Why is it hard to say?”

The bespectacled doctor said, “Originally, it should be very serious, as serious as it can get, but now it’s not serious anymore, so I don’t really know if it’s serious or not.”

The three of them were left dumbfounded. So is it serious, serious, or serious?

The bespectacled doctor explained, “To look at it positively, if this hematoma can be absorbed on its own, then it’s not a big problem. But the probability of spontaneous absorption in brainstem hemorrhage is very low. Generally speaking, only a miracle would make it happen. In most cases, it can’t be absorbed and will instead expand further. If that happens, then it’s a big problem.”

Linda Bennett was so frightened her face turned pale, and she asked nervously, “Doctor, can this hematoma be operated on?”

The bespectacled doctor shook his head.

The three of them asked in unison, “It can’t be operated on?”

The bespectacled doctor said, “No, it’s just hard to say!”

The three of them broke out in a cold sweat again. It’s always ‘hard to say, hard to say’—can’t you just say something clear?

The bespectacled doctor said, “First, this is a brainstem hemorrhage, and the amount of bleeding is so large that, theoretically, he should already be… you know. But he just isn’t, right? Second, apart from these brain symptoms, he has nothing else wrong. I just took his blood pressure, checked his limbs, and all his responses—they’re all normal. Other than talking nonsense, there’s basically nothing wrong.”

Linda Bennett asked dryly, “So, doctor, what’s your opinion?”

The bespectacled doctor said, “My opinion is…”

The three of them waited for a while, but there was no follow-up. Instead, the bespectacled doctor looked a bit embarrassed and complicated.

Linda Bennett couldn’t help but ask again, “Doctor, what exactly is your opinion?”

The bespectacled doctor said unhurriedly, “Ahem, this case is already beyond what I can understand, so I suggest you go to the neurosurgery department on the ninth floor and consult a specialist.”

The three: “……”

After leaving the bespectacled doctor’s office, the three of them walked into the corridor. Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and thinking of what the doctor had just said, all of their hearts grew heavy. Especially Linda Bennett, who felt both sad and guilty. This was really not the result she wanted.

David Brooks was the first to speak: “Linda Bennett, what do we do now?”

Linda Bennett knew that now was not the time to shirk responsibility. The only way was to actively try to solve the problem. Even though Brian Carter didn’t like her at all, he was still a living, breathing person. She didn’t want to become a murderer and be haunted by psychological trauma for the rest of her life.

After thinking for a while, she finally said, “Brian Carter, don’t worry. Since this was caused by me, I’ll take full responsibility. My aunt works here as a doctor in neurosurgery. Let’s go up and see her and figure out what to do next.”

The other two nodded, ready to go with her to neurosurgery. But just then, they heard an extremely noisy voice cursing from one of the consulting rooms.

“…Damn it, it’s just a wrist dislocation, what’s so hard about that? If you’re not capable, why are you a doctor? I’m telling you, my dad is the deputy director of the health bureau, and your Director Pang often comes to my house as a guest and brings gifts to my dad. If you don’t fix me up, I’ll make sure you lose your job.”