Zhan Nanjue's pupils shrank as he coldly shouted at her, "I'm a doctor, not a saint! My tolerance for you has limits, it's not something you can manipulate to play with my life!"
Ou Yimo's eyes instantly reddened.
"I know, you don't like me anymore, you like Gong Shirao now. I know I made a wrong decision, but this has already happened, and I regret it so much, yet we have no way to turn back!"
Hearing this, Zhan Nanjue suddenly grabbed her neck, enraged.
She had imagined many scenarios of Zhan Nanjue's reaction upon knowing she was pregnant, but never this one. Ou Yimo's heart was filled with hatred, she hardly felt any pain, and continued speaking:
"Moreover, the examination showed my uterine wall is very thin, having an abortion might mean I will never conceive again."
Zhan Nanjue's eyes also turned bloodshot.
Ou Yimo paused at this point, then looked into his eyes, forcing him with a pleading tone:
