Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 570: How Much Longer Can I Live?

"My period hasn’t come, and we didn’t use contraception." Ariel Morris’s voice carried a raspy edge of joy and tears mixed, "So, there’s a big chance I’m really pregnant, right?"

Doctor Chapman nodded, "It should be. It’s still too early, nothing can be seen on an ultrasound, and early pregnancy tests need several weeks after conception to detect anything. Think about how long it’s been since you were last intimate with Arlo, if the time hasn’t passed yet, it might not show anything. Plus, the test results could have been affected by toxins, so we really can’t determine if you’re pregnant."

Ariel Morris’s initial joy felt like a bucket of cold water was poured directly into her heart, leaving her thoroughly chilled!

Ariel thought back to the days since she was last intimate with Arlo, roughly estimating how many days are left before she might find out she’s pregnant.

She figured it would be about seven or eight days before she could use an early pregnancy test to see if she’s pregnant, to find out if the lost baby has returned.

So, she has to wait eight days, wait for the test results to decide on surgery.

Ariel’s eyes shifted towards Doctor Chapman, and she asked in a deep voice, "Doctor Chapman, if I really have a baby, will the toxins in my body cause the child to be deformed?"

This is what she feared the most, if there was indeed a baby, but it’s affected by toxins and deformed, her whole world would collapse.

Doctor Chapman shook his head, sighing deeply, "This can’t be determined, but according to Miss Morris, if your eyes are truly having problems, it means all toxins have concentrated in your eyes, and the medication’s effects have shown their power—that means blindness. If you really go blind, it implies toxins are concentrated in the eyes, so the rest of the body should be safe."

Ariel’s fingers trembled slightly, "So, the toxins have reached the final stage? If I don’t accept treatment, will I go blind?"

"Yes." Doctor Chapman confirmed, "Miss Morris, even if you really are pregnant, I suggest you remove it, undergo treatment first, and once your body recovers, have children again. You’re still so young; you have plenty of opportunities!"

"But what if I die on the operation table?" Ariel Morris’s voice was terrifyingly low, "If I die on the operation table, then the unborn baby will leave with me too." Her eyes suddenly turned red, shimmering with tears, "Doctor Chapman, you might not know, I’ve already lost one baby, if I remove this one too, it will be two! If this leads to a history of habitual miscarriage, even if my body recovers, can I still carry babies in the future?"

Doctor Chapman was silent for a while, "What you’re considering isn’t impossible, but Miss Morris, conceiving isn’t limited to natural pregnancies; there are other methods, like IVF and such. But you only have one life."

Ariel tightly pressed her lips together, "Doctor Chapman, if I don’t accept treatment, how long do I have to live?"

Doctor Chapman sighed deeply, "Your eyes will soon go blind, and I’d estimate that your life might only last two more years, that’s on the optimistic side, if worse... maybe within this year you might..."

Ariel’s body helplessly retreated two steps, extremely unstable. She looked at Doctor Chapman, slowly shook her head, tears streaming down her pale cheeks: "Impossible—Impossible—"

Doctor Chapman knew she couldn’t bear the blow, he arranged the test results and medical records to hand over to her, sternly comforting, "Miss Morris, please take care of yourself, go abroad for treatment as soon as possible, every day of delay adds more risk."