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She smiled as she took the cuff off. “Baby B.” Another heartbeat filled the quiet room. Cade’s hand landed on my shoulder, and I felt Maddox’s heart burst of happiness. “They are healthy?” He asked, with restraint emotion in his voice. “Yes. Strong heartbeats. baby A is at 128 and baby B is at 140.” “I would like you to take her blood pressure later today and report back to me.” The nurse looked at Maddox. “I’m hoping it will be lower if we aren’t here. White coat syndrome is a real thing.”

My eyes keep rolling back, the room spinning worse. "Breathe," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Just breathe, Hayden. I've got you." I try. My chest feels tight, my heart hammering unevenly. She fumbles for the blood pressure cuff we keep in the cabinet, wrapping it around my arm. The machine beeps after a moment. She gasps. "162 over 98," she whispers, horror in her voice. "Hayden... that's too high. Way too high with your condition." I close my eyes, the ice pack soothing the worst of the throbbing.

Edmund turned off the device and opened the cuff. Elizabeth shook her head. "I only want to take the medicine that Alice prepared." "Then, Alice," Edmund turned to his wife, "can you get the medicine for my mother?" Alice nodded. "Wait a minute." "Sky, could you please tell Mrs. Klein to prepare lunch for your grandmother?" "Okay, Uncle!" As soon as the others came out, Edmund narrowed his gaze. "Your blood pressure is 170/105. If you want to live a long life, please don't do anything stupid again."

His reaction was slight to her act, only moving his eyes down to look at her, his expression unreadable, and then traveling his gaze back to the imaginary show he was watching above. Maria wore the cuff around him, waiting for the beep sound to indicate the completion of the measurement. "Your blood pressure is normal as well, very good, Mr. Stanley," she voiced after reading the result on the machine while he reached for the cuff, enthusiastically unwrapping it from his skin. "In conclusion, your heart rate is seventy-two beats per minute, blood pressure is one twenty-eight over seventy-two." She concluded, reading loudly and her words sounded like a different language made of jargon to him

He asks worriedly. "Her blood pressure is too low. The normal is between 120/80 to 90/60, hers is 70/50. She needs to be monitored." The nurse explains. - On the other hand, Albert is still in Alison's room. None of them spoke, with every word he mutters she retorts them, and he doesn't want to get in a fight with her. Shortly after, he felt his phone vibrating, and he discreetly checked it and saw it was a message from Derek, "Dad, we are at Dignity Health Medical Center. Something is not right with Latton. She's for monitoring."

Nichol was seen cutting up the patient's shirt, and Renata was putting it on. "What are his vital signs?" Bastian asked, making Nichol and Renata both turn to him. "His blood pressure was originally 100 per 80, and now it's down to 80 per 40," Renata explained. "What about his saturation?" "We're keeping it at 88 percent, Doc," Nichol replied.

The female doctor was startled. She did not expect that a dying patient would actually have such fast speed and strength. Just as she was still in doubt, she suddenly glanced at the monitor next to her and blurted out loud in shock, “Director! The patient’s blood pressure, heart rate, and blood pressure indicators have all recovered!” As soon as everyone heard this, they all subconsciously looked at the monitor. On the monitor, Helena’s blood pressure had recovered from 45/30 to 120/70 at an extremely fast rate!

She then unrolled the cuff of the sphygmomanometer and wrapped it around my upper arm, securing it snugly. She looked at me with a calm, unflinching gaze as she pumped the cuff to measure my blood pressure. The room was silent except for the soft hiss of the air escaping from the device. I could feel the tension in my body easing slightly, though it was replaced by a different kind of anxiety. After a few moments, she removed the cuff and checked the reading. “Your blood pressure is 120/80 mm Hg,” she said finally. “You’re good.”

Arianna said to her inner self. Doctor Henry soon finished checking Brianna’s blood pressure, “Her blood pressure reads one hundred and sixty over eighty” Doctor Henry said. “Meaning?” Arianna asked. “It simply means her blood pressure is high, not just high but extremely high which might be dangerous,” Doctor Henry said. “Dangerous?!” Arianna exclaimed. “Exactly!, she needs to be admitted as soon as possible,” Doctor Henry remarked.

“How are we feeling today?” “Oh, Dr. Cross, I’m just fine. A little tired, maybe. But that’s normal at my age, isn’t it?” I pulled up her chart on the tablet. “Your last blood pressure reading was 168 over 98. That’s not normal, even at eighty-two. We talked about this last month—the lisinopril is important. Are you taking it every day?” She waved a hand. “Most days. I don’t like pills. They make my stomach funny.”