Charlotte Thompson's heart skipped a beat.
"What method is that?" she forced her voice to sound less shaky.
"It's the heart transplant surgery that the hospital you took your child to for examination had suggested," the doctor spoke, his voice profound and low.
Charlotte's brows furrowed deeply, her teeth biting hard on her lip.
"Weren't there other possible methods?"
"There are indeed other methods. For this kind of congenital heart disease, early surgery can be a cure," the doctor's voice was slow, but it did not offer Charlotte any comfort.
"But now your daughter has surpassed the ideal age for surgery. If we proceed with surgery now, the risks are no less than those of a heart transplant."
The doctor removed his gloves, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
"Doctor, is there really no other way?" Charlotte's teeth gently trembled.
The doctor shook his head.
