Pamela's slender fingers gripped the pulse on Braden's wrist precisely. In a second or two, her thin eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"How is it? Is his condition serious?"
Tracy stood aside and became nervous as she saw Pamela's expression.
After about a minute or so, she moved her hand away and let out a long sigh. "Braden's pulse is very messy. It's as thin as silver thread, and as impatient as a fast river. He has a typical myocardial infarction, especially his brain... It seems that he has suffered a serious injury and his condition is not very good."
"His brain... has suffered a serious injury?"
Tracy looked at Braden with distress. She couldn't imagine what her precious son had gone through.