Bai Jianshen put down the examination instrument in his hand and slowly said, "At the moment, there's no reaction to external stimuli."
"In other words, I'll be a cripple?"
Bai Jianshen was suffocated by Fu Sinian's aura.
All his comforting words were held back.
Fu Sinian didn't need any reassurance. He just wanted an answer.
"Fifty percent chance."
Most people could not accept this outcome.
However, Fu Sinian was terrifyingly calm.
Inside the room, there was only the rhythmic sound of the instruments.
After about a minute, Fu Sinian's expression changed slightly.
Even if he had to face lifelong disability, it only took him a minute to digest this fact.
Most likely, he'd been thinking about something else for the past minute.
For example, the Fu family and the Fu Corporation.
Bai Jianshen felt that Fu Sinian was like a robot.
