Peng Baocheng was like a prisoner waiting for a verdict, his nerves extraordinarily tense. Seeing Beisitian frown, his heart sank.
Although he kept reminding himself not to hold out too much hope, if he truly had no hope, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to seek help.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask how it was, if there was still hope for recovery, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
As long as Beisitian didn't give him an answer, he clung to a sliver of hope. If Beisitian outright rejected him, he would be utterly despondent.
Chen Jinliang, standing at the door, observed Peng Baocheng's expression and couldn't help but sigh internally. Who said the wealthy are all heartless? Who said wealth leads to decadence? This man's feelings for his wife run so deep!
Chen Jinliang didn't understand medicine, but he had been to hospitals and never seen anyone conduct examinations like Beisitian, so he watched with interest.
