“Are you Hank Brown’s family?”

“We are his parents, doctor. How is my son?” asked Mr. Brown anxiously as he propped his wife, who was weak in the knees, up toward the doctor.

The doctor replied, “The patient has sustained severe injuries. The surgery is successful, but he’s not out of the woods yet. We need to transfer him to the ICU for a while. It’s in his hands whether he will regain consciousness now.”

Mrs. Brown’s body went limp.

Unable to hold Mrs. Brown up, Mr. Brown worked together with Liberty to stop Mrs. Brown from falling.

“Save my son, doctor! Please save my son! He’s my only son. He’s young…”

Mrs. Brown grabbed the doctor’s lab coat and pleaded in tears.

“Mrs. Brown.”

Liberty pulled Mrs. Brown’s hands back before apologizing and thanking the doctor.

Showing an understanding of the family’s predicament, the doctor replied, “We have done all we can. We can’t be certain whether the patient will pull through, but please prepare yourselves for the worst.”

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