Lu Ming interjected the hospital dean with a seemingly calm demeanor, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner turmoil.
"It's not a problem to save the child. What I'm saying is that there could be problems with the child born after using the drugs!"
"What's the probability?" Lu Ming asked, his voice already hoarse despite his calm demeanor.
"It's hard to determine, but if you need a number, the chances are extremely low. The child might be deformed or mentally disabled. I suggest you don't take this risk, Young Master Lu!"
"It's my child!" Lu Ming replied, his lips trembling slightly as his eyes reddened.
"…" The hospital dean had always seen Lu Ming as a defiant and dominant man.
Even when he was being punished in the army, beaten to a bloody pulp, he never uttered a word.
He had thought this steel-hearted, proud man would never shed a tear.
Seeing his weak side for the first time, the dean felt at a loss for what to do.
