"Zefei, are you joking?"
Zhang Guoming stared at the familiar face of Lu Zefei, that serious expression he knew so well from their many years together on that handsome and clean-cut face.
Yet, thinking back on what Lu Zefei had just said, he couldn't help feeling a sense of absurdity rising within him.
Last night, he had successfully met with that famous pediatrician from the Imperial Capital who Lu Zefei had introduced. But after several tests overnight, there was still no conclusion about Haohao's condition, just like the various tests done before. There were no pathological features, nor any specific causes identified. He had inexplicably turned from a clever and lively child to a persistent vegetative state, and it seemed he would remain that way forever.
