Hope was a kind of belief. It couldn't be seen or touched. However, it managed to support people and let them have faith in their lives.
I couldn't help but tighten my grip on Hendrix's palm. It seemed to be the only way for me to regain some strength, enabling me to remain calm.
There was a buzzing sound reverberating in my ears. Before I was about to suffocate, Dr. Jules' hoarse and gentle voice rang out. He said, "That's not necessarily the case. Nothing is absolute."
He paused for a while, putting the medical report on the table. He looked at me patiently. "Mrs. Roberts, I have studied and been in this field for nearly 30 years. I have encountered many tricky situations before. Your case is not the worst, you can definitely rest assured. As long as you follow the doctor's instructions, having children is only a matter of time. Your mentality plays an important role. Please keep an open mind, and leave the other things to me. Got it?" Dr. Jules said.
Even though Amos had said so, I still couldn't tell if he was just trying to comfort me. In order to make Hendrix feel at ease, I nodded blankly.
Seeing that, Dr. Jules nodded and then glanced at Hendrix next to him. He asked, "Mr. Roberts, what's your opinion? You know that I will be having an international exchange project in three months. Therefore, my time in the country is minimal. If you want me to take over Mrs. Roberts' case, I will immediately ask my assistants to discuss the treatment plan."
It was pretty normal for the top fertility specialist in the country to have such a busy schedule. We could see lots of patients waiting in the corridor to seek medical treatment, during the times we visited the hospital. They had probably come for Amos, so it was not difficult to understand that he was in such a hurry to decide whether to take over.
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