"Master, that girl can't give birth, right?" Pan Jun asked again.
"It's not just a question of her giving birth, but how long she can live," Wang Yao said.
"Ah?!" Pan Jun was stunned.
"She has seriously damaged her body. She's like a tree with a smashed main root," Wang Yao said. "It looks still standing there with leaves, but it won't last long because it can't absorb nutrients."
He didn't want to talk about this topic, and he didn't want to have much to do with someone like the girl who didn't cherish her body.
"Let's go out," Wang Yao said.
They left the clinic and walked along the mountain road. It was at 4 p.m. The weather was cool, and the air was good. It was very suitable for exercise.
"Is there any doubt?" Pan Jun asked. "Could you really not treat that girl?"
"No, I saw it in her eyes," Wang Yao said.
He could know people by watching their eyes.
"Master, that is quite metaphysical," Pan Jun said.
