It was already past two in the morning.
To be honest, Deng Ming really didn't want to disturb Chen Cang.
But seeing a man kneeling on the ground begging for help, Deng Ming also wanted to help him.
Unfortunately, his abilities were limited.
As a doctor, perhaps the happiest thing is to bring people a glimmer of hope in times of despair.
Hearing Deng Ming's certainty, Wang Qing suddenly became half-skeptical, muttering quietly, "Could Professor Chen really do it?"
Deng Ming picked up the phone and dialed Chen Cang's number.
The phone was answered after just a few rings.
"Professor Chen?"
But... a child's voice came from the other end of the line, "Hmm?"
Followed by a burst of calls, "Papa... Daddy..."
Deng Ming was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Why was there a child's voice?
At that moment, Chen Cang was lying on the bed without having taken off his clothes, with a phone beside his head. A little guy held the phone, with his toes tapping on Chen Cang's head.
