By the time he arrived, Isaac was already in the patient's room.

Forrest's face was etched with gloom.

Observing him, Isaac inquired, "What seems to be the problem?"

Forrest composed himself and responded, "Nothing."

“What did the doctors say?" Isaac's gaze shifted towards Alick lying motionless on the bed. A somber expression cast a shadow on his face, with a hint of sadness lurking beneath his eyes.

“I've arranged for him to receive professional massages daily, to prevent muscle atrophy from prolonged bed rest. I've also consulted a specialist. The probability of him waking up is around twenty percent, a slim chance," Forrest admitted, his voice raspy.

His gloom was not a result of Alick's condition, but the turmoil within his own family.

Isaac maintained silence for a while before saying, "Please look after him on my behalf for some time. I have some matters to attend to and might not be in the country for a while.”

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of Alick..."

"But I am worried."

Isaac interrupted Forrest before he could complete his sentence.

“Tell me, what's troubling you?"

Forrest didn't know how to bring up the topic.

Suddenly, the machine monitoring Alick's vitals alarmed!

As soon as Isaac went to see Alick, he asked, "Is he getting better?"

Forrest shook his head.

"No. That was just the alarm sound of these medical equipment." He had just finished checking up on Alick.

When he heard this, a look of disappointment flashed in Isaac's eyes.

His eyes jumped to Alick's unconscious body, and a feeling of pity swelled in his heart.

Annis suddenly walked into the ward with an empty basin on her hand.