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Chapter 248 Christopher Hart Goes Mad

Chapter 248: Chapter 248 Christopher Hart Goes Mad

Christopher Hart woke from an endless darkness, his first words, spoken with difficulty, were, "Why... are the lights off?"

Having been in a coma for too long, his voice was already stiff and hoarse, making it extremely difficult for him to speak.

As a result, the doctor didn’t hear him clearly and quickly leaned in to ask urgently, "Mr. Hart, what did you say? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The doctor moved closer to listen carefully. He repeated his words, and they were somewhat clearer this time.

"He’s asking... why the lights aren’t on?" the doctor straightened up, his expression unusually serious, and everyone instinctively looked towards the bright lights above, then back at his eyes, wide open in shock and tension.

The director quickly waved his hand in front of his eyes, but he just stared blankly without reacting.

Everyone realized—he had gone blind!

Whether it was temporary or permanent was still unknown.

Christopher Hart remained trapped in a dusky chaos, but he could feel that there were people around him, many people, all gathered around him.

As his throat gradually got used to speaking, he asked again, "What’s... what’s happened to me? Amelia... where’s Amelia?"

Amelia?

The director was taken aback and instinctively asked those nearby, "Who’s Amelia?"

The young nurse was also clueless and shook her head.

"Who are you... ah!" Christopher Hart asked again, attempting to raise his hand, but the slightest movement caused intense pain throughout his body, contorting his facial features in agony.

"Mr. Hart, you just woke up, you absolutely mustn’t move around! Your injuries are severe!" the nurse warned as she hurriedly caught his slightly raised arm and carefully put it back.

After the intense pain, the man’s face gradually lost its composure, and his eyes became panicked, "Who are you? Where am I? What... what happened to me? Where’s Amelia?"

"Mr. Hart, please, stay calm, you’re in the hospital, we are doctors. You’ve been unconscious for about ten days and finally woke up, we’re going to examine you now," the director reassured him and immediately instructed his colleagues to start working.

Christopher Hart lay there, anxious and unsettled, as several hands listened here, touched there, even prying his eyelids open to check...

His mind was a complete mess, trying hard to recall the past, but he seemed to remember nothing.

Wasn’t he just climbing a mountain when he accidentally fell?

How could he have been unconscious for so many days?

Why can’t he see now?

And Amelia, why isn’t she by his side?

Was she severely injured too? They had rolled down a steep slope together, but he remembered holding Amelia tightly, protecting her well—Amelia should be okay, right? Where is she?

The more he thought, the more anxious he became, not waiting for the doctor to finish the examination, he urgently asked again, "Where is Amelia Garcia? Is she... badly injured too? Why... why aren’t you speaking? Tell me..."

The young nurse was startled, looking towards the director, whispering, "Is Amelia ’Amelia Garcia’? Did she come..."

Before she could finish, Christopher Hart interrupted, "She’s here? Is she alright? Call her over! I want to see her!"

"Mr. Hart, please calm down a bit first, let’s finish the examination," the director tried to soothe him again, but to no avail.

Christopher Hart became agitated and even began resisting the doctors’ examination, struggling to get up.

"Amelia... what are you all doing exactly? The lights aren’t on... are you hiding something from me? Did something happen to Amelia? Amelia, Amelia..."

"My eyes! Why... why can’t I see any light? Aren’t you doctors... why won’t you answer me?"

"Mr. Hart! Mr. Hart, please..."

"Get away! I’m not getting examined! Let Amelia Garcia come over!"

In the confusion, his IV needle got tangled, and blood soon flowed into the tube.

And as he had just awoken, he was already extremely weak; the commotion soon left him unable to sustain his strength, and the monitors by his bed started to emit sharp beeps.

Christopher Hart was drenched in sweat from pain, his breathing obstructed, his body convulsing—he was injured all over, hardly able to lift his head or move his arms, let alone get up.

The director made a snap decision, caught the nurse’s eye, who nodded and immediately pushed a dose of sedative into his IV.

Within a few minutes, Christopher Hart’s struggles weakened, his eyelids trembled and slowly closed, and he fell back into unconsciousness.

The experts were all dumbfounded, looking at the director, "How... how could he be blind? And it seems he still remembers people and events from before, only the memories are confused, not very clear."

The director sighed deeply and instructed the nurse to keep a careful watch, then led the staff out.

The Hart family members quickly gathered, each querying with concern.

The director looked at George Hart and Emma Carter, his expression grave, and said in a low voice, "Elder Hart, may I have a word?"

Emma Carter looked at her husband, puzzled, their hearts suspended in anxiety, immediately following the doctor.

Outside the crowd, Benny Palmer gave Amelia Garcia a meaningful look, silently following.

On the bridge, the director stopped, turned around, and said seriously, "Mr. Hart did indeed wake up, but his eyes can’t see for now, and he’s experiencing memory confusion. Because his emotions are extremely unstable, to prevent him from injuring himself, we gave him another dose of sedative to keep him asleep for a while."

The director hadn’t finished speaking when Emma Carter’s face turned pale, her body swaying.

"You’re saying my son... is blind? And has amnesia?" she asked incredulously.

The director nodded, "It appears so, yes."

"How is this possible? You mentioned so many scenarios before, but not blindness! He’s so young, to become blind, what will this mean for his future..."

"Elder Mrs. Hart, please calm down and let me finish. Mr. Hart suffered severe brain trauma when he fell, there’s significant cerebral hemorrhage. Even if the surgery was successful, it’s impossible to completely clear all the hematoma. Besides, it’s possible for the bleeding to continue in small amounts after surgery."

"We initially consider that these hematomas are pressing on the optic nerve, causing temporary blindness."

"As for the memory issues, that we actually anticipated; that he still remembers some past events is much better than our worst projection."

George Hart also couldn’t accept the fact of his son becoming blind, anxiously asking, "So what can be done now? Since you know the cause, there must be a way to treat it, right?"

"Well... we can’t make a definitive conclusion yet. Typically, blindness caused by nerve compression from hemorrhage is temporary. Once the hematoma clears, the nerve function may recover, and many can regain their sight. But whether Mr. Hart is indeed in this situation, we need further examination to be certain."

Around the corridor bend, Amelia Garcia and Benny Palmer listened to the conversation, both remaining silent, their faces tensed and rigid.

Christopher Hart had gone blind...

Amelia Garcia was still immersed in the shock this news had caused.

Snow Fitch spoke softly, "Since he’s been so lucky to wake up, he should continue to be fortunate and regain his sight, right?"

Amelia Garcia looked at her, her gaze dark, not responding.

Who could guarantee such a thing?

Benny Palmer’s feelings were complex; he sighed, silently turning to walk away.