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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
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