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t and stepped out of the cam

up of warm water, his face riddled wit

of my eye, I spoke in a cold, calm tone.

anatorium took enormous risks to falsify your medical records as late-stage stomach cancer, a dangerous s

I stared straight at him and asked firmly, "I

out the slight

strictly sealed archives, safe from exter

dded

d don't my official records clearly state late-stag

slowly nodded, unable to

is all that matters. On paper, this is the trut

If this comes out someday, the consequences

warning look. "There are o

ulous recovery thanks to public goodwill and dedicated care. I become the pitiful survivor, and

osis-a major medical error that caused me to endure un

uestioned coolly, "Which of these two outcom

ckly bowed his head in apology. "I'm sorry, Miss Felicia. I spoke out of turn and

laugh, no longer botheri

nsion, he asked hastily, "Miss Fe

gh my phone and replied in

But your condition doesn't r

ome painkillers. There's no need for alarm." I int

sta

re body. A heavy, throbbing ache pulsed relentlessly in my lower abdomen, twisting every ne

h" had exploded across every platform. Comments flooded in by

omment after comment in her favor, a suffo

ew days, the heartbreak,

ng pain shot th

out, doubling over. Cold s

face instantly flooded wi

nother wave of agony ripped through me. It fe

A warm, wet gush

n was spreading across the lig

e sound a raw plea. "

mal, seized me. The

as the edges of my vision went dar