Chapter 349

Christina searched the internet on her phone. The so-called "Love me, love my dog" meant that one

would love someone and care about the people and things related to it.

Crystal had just told Christina that Patrick had interfered with the Dickens Group so much, probably

because he loved Christina, so he cared about the Dickens Group.

Christina felt that Crystal was wrong. The meaning of the old saying was not suitable for Patrick.

Patrick would have started to infiltrate Christina's life a year ago, and even more so, he knew the

people and things around her well. He didn't mean to care but was just used to controlling

everything.

When Christina faced Patrick, she often had a feeling that she had to obey, because she did not dare

to disobey.

"Christina, when have you been obedient?"

Charles accompanied them back to Donald's ward in the inpatient department to wait. He turned

around and suddenly found it funny, so he asked Christina, who looked worried.

The atmosphere in the corridors of the ICU was heavy. There were cold footsteps or a few cries of

grief in the ward sometimes. Charles's bright chuckle was a little abrupt here. Crystal replied in a low

voice, "Indeed." She suddenly felt like laughing too.

When would Christina be obedient?

She couldn't be obedient.

Christina looked a little awkward and turned her head away from them.

"Mr. Dickens is awake."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the old professor called out to the people waiting

outside in a low and gentle voice.

All of a sudden, everyone's faces were shocked, and the next second, their faces were filled with joy.

Mrs. Dickens immediately stood up from her chair and walked forward. She was too excited that her

voice was trembling, "That's great.”

Betty held Mrs. Dickens. Christina and Charles also surrounded the professors and academicians.

"Can we go in and see him? How is he now..."

"Miss Dickens, your father has regained consciousness and is in a better condition than we thought.

As for the sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage, we have prepared 37 plans to deal with it at any time..."

Betty quickly took a step forward and held the doctor's hand tightly, "I really appreciate you." These

old professors and academicians who came from abroad were famous internationally. It was a great

honor for them to come here in person.

These authoritative figures who were over fifty were dressed in white coats and stood upright. They

smiled at the Dickens family kindly. They were all calm and steady, showing the arrogance of old

scholars.

"You're welcome." The doctor replied simply, neither warm nor cold.

Christina felt that the old men's aura was similar to that of Senior Mr. Hopkins. She took a step back

later and kept her eyes fixed on the ward. She just wanted to know when she could enter the ward.

Charles seemed to be familiar with those professors and called them uncle a few times.

"Miss Dickens, we have a treatment plan for your father, so you don't have to worry too much.”

Betty and the others asked some questions about Donald's illness with concern. The old men

answered them patiently, but it was obvious from the conversation that these authoritative people

were talking to Christina because they called Miss Dickens every time when they spoke.

Christina showed no expression and just nodded at them.

"I'll go in and see Donald..."

Mrs. Dickens couldn't help but anxiously push open the door of the ward to take a look. She

suddenly thought of something and turned to Christina, "Christina, thank the Hopkins family well

later.”

Mrs. Dickens was also smart. A discerning person could tell at a glance that these people were all

invited by the Hopkins family, and Charles was just a middleman.

Christina pretended not to hear.

Charles followed those professors and academicians to the office to talk about it in detail. Christina

was sitting alone in a chair in the corridor. Suddenly, she was not in a hurry to go to see her father

and felt relieved.

With Patrick around, there would be no accidents.

It was like habitual thinking in the brain, and she wasn't sure if it counted as a dependency.