"Miss Williams, what's wrong?"
Daniel Johnson was taken aback, looking at Hope Williams and then at Anthony Taylor, feeling a bit at a loss.
Anthony Taylor raised an eyebrow, looking at Hope Williams standing at the door, "You heard everything?"
"Yes." Hope Williams walked closer to the two, her calm face revealing little of her current emotions, but her slightly trembling lips betrayed her.
"So, Pharmacist Johnson, if I want to keep the baby, I must have a premature C-section, right?"
Daniel Johnson nodded helplessly, unable to hide the heaviness in his expression, "Yes, if you are determined to keep the baby, that's the method, but the baby's survival rate is very low."
Because a seven-month-old baby is not yet fully developed, there will be many problems, infections, developmental issues, organ failure, and so on...
Hope Williams, as the mother of two, already had some understanding of these issues, so she understood the severity of the situation even more.
