On Monday afternoon, Ma Dewei was pacing back and forth in the long corridor of the gynecology floor.
Though Lin Jie had proven his medical skills, the repeated disappointments before, including some renowned gynecological experts, made Ma Dewei seriously lacking confidence in this examination.
If this examination shows no results again, what should he do?
Ma Dewei remembered his ten-year-old son, who develops like a six or seven-year-old child.
Though recovery seems promising, the failure to thrive over the years, especially during the most critical childhood years, makes it uncertain how much his body can recover.
Will it be the case of a parent burying their child?
Moreover, who will inherit his career in the future...
"Mr. Ma... Mr. Ma..."
Ma Dewei, caught up in his thoughts, was brought back to reality when someone lightly patted him, realizing they were calling him.
