He quickly took the medical chart and flipped through it. Now, he was in a dilemma. Should he speak the truth, or should he put it across in a delicate manner? This man was unpredictable. He had trouble trying to meet the man's expectations.
"I want the truth." Chu Lui put his cigarette out and looked directly at the medical chart in the doctor's hands. It belonged to Xia Ruoxin.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu. The chances of your wife conceiving are very low." The doctor wiped the sweat off of his forehead. In reality, he was being delicate when he said the chances were low. It was impossible for her to conceive.
"Mr. Chu, your wife is still young. If she takes care of herself, it may be possible…" He felt guilty when he said this. There was no possibility at all.
