So, last night, he considered what he would do if the child wasn't his.
As a result, he, of course, in his usual calm style, simply analyzed it and then thought little of it.
Yet, he hadn't expected that when he actually heard this unexpected news, his mood would be so terrible, so awful.
Coming out of the ward, in about a ten-minute walk, he found that man in the main building's testing department of the hospital, and at that moment, he hadn't left yet and was leaning against the railing by the corridor, smoking.
It was truly a very dejected expression, his hair messy, his complexion pale, even his clothes were wrinkled, emitting a strong smell of smoke and a sour stench.
So, how long had it been since he had taken a bath?
He walked over, noticed that the man did not see him, and no one spoke, so he directly took that report from his hands.