Chapter 225: A Heart Attack
Patrick Collins stood quietly outside the ICU, his arms crossed and his back resting against the cold white wall. His face showed no signs of worry or fear for the old man who he had brought to the hospital in a rush. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed his features as he waited for the doctor.
There was no sign of worry or urgency in his expression. He could’ve been waiting for a taxi instead of a doctor for all the expression his face showed.
The hallway stretched out in silence, filled only by the low hum of machines and the soft squeak of nurse shoes on the polished floor. A wall clock ticked somewhere overhead. Patrick glanced at it once, then looked away with no sign of impatience or concern. His gaze wandered blankly across the tiled floor and up to a nearby bulletin board, but he didn’t really take anything in.
The only thing that would indicate he was agitated was his clenched hands on his side. After all, if he had not made the revelation so directly and instead prepared his father for it...
When the ICU doors finally opened, he still didn’t move, letting the doctor come to him.
"Mr. Collins?" the doctor asked.
Patrick nodded.
The doctor gave a short sigh before speaking. "Your father’s heart stopped suddenly. It was unexpected. But we were able to revive him in time. He’s stable now."
Patrick nodded again, his face still unreadable. "I see. Thank you for your hard work, doctor."