"Given your current mental and physical condition, it's really not suitable for you to carry a child. You're still young, you can go back and discuss it with your husband. You can choose not to have this child now, wait until your health improves…"
"In my lifetime, this might be my only child."
She interrupted him, contemplating as she said, "So what you're saying is, if I undergo treatment, I can't keep this child, correct?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded at Meng Xi'er, "Paroxetine and escitalopram both have significant effects on depression, but they can affect the development of the fetus."
"..."
Meng Xi'er nodded and stood up from across the doctor.
She said softly: "I understand now. Thank you, Doctor."
After saying this, she picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment, Miss Meng," the young doctor called her back, a puzzled expression on his youthful face, "Are you not going to take the treatment?"
