Chapter 110 How Long Do
You Think I Can Last
Rachel pushed open the doctor’s office door, her expression noticeably calmer this time.
“Doctor, are the test results still the same?” she asked, her voice steady.
The doctor gave a slow nod. “Yes, they haven’t changed.”
That confirmed it–there had been no mistake. The diagnosis was absolute.
She had already prepared herself for this.
That was why she had spent so much time lingering around the hospital.
People always clung to hope, no matter how small. Taking the test again had only been a way to erase even the
faintest illusion of escape.
Her fate was sealed. She would the leave soon.
Yet, despite knowing that, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Am I dying?”
The doctor’s tone was reassuring but firm. “Please don’t lose hope so quickly. After reviewing your condition, I believe the best course of action is a kidney transplant. Your kidney function is failing.”
A transplant. But how realistic was that? Every year, thousands of patients waited on donor lists. How many actually got the chance?
Rachel couldn’t afford to hope. She had never been the lucky one–not as a child, not now.
She had never even won a raffle, always standing by as others walked away with the prize.
“If I can’t get a transplant, what happens then?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Regular dialysis.”
The words felt like a weight pressing against her chest.
“That must be painful and exhausting, right?”
The doctor’s silence spoke louder than words.
Sensing her unease, he softened his tone, offering what little comfort he could. “Ms. Marsh, you can’t let despair take over. As long as you follow the treatment plan, there’s always a chance. I’ll reach out today and have my colleagues monitor organ donations closely. If a match becomes available, you’ll be notified right away.”
Rachel nodded. “Alright, thank you, doctor.”
That was the hopeful scenario. But she had to be prepared for the worst.
Chapter 110 How Long Do You Think I Can Last
“Doctor, if a suitable kidney isn’t found, how long do you think I can last?”
His hesitation told her everything. She had expected a cruel answer.
“It’s okay. I need to know. Just tell me the truth.”
“At best, one to two years. At worst… a few months.”
A few months? That was nothing. Barely a hundred days.
“Ms. Marsh, you have to stay hopeful. You’re still young, with your whole life ahead of you. Please stay strong,
and don’t let regret take control of your life.”
The doctor’s words carried warmth, offering a small comfort.
That afternoon, he arranged her first dialysis session.
She lay on the hospital bed as they wheeled her away. The nurse, noticing she was alone, felt a twinge of sympathy. “Ms. Marsh, was the man from yesterday your boyfriend? Why not ask him over to keep you
company?”
Rachel shook her head, her voice steady but distant. “That won’t be necessary. He’s been really busy with work
lately.”
“But no job should come before his girlfriend’s health!”
After the dialysis, Rachel was drained, her body unbearably weak.
She lay motionless on the bed, looking fragile and pale.
Somewhere between exhaustion and drowsiness, she drifted off.
When she woke, Yvonne was beside her.
“Yvonne, I’m a little thirsty.”
Yvonne immediately grabbed a glass of water and helped her sit up.
Rachel tried to lift her hands, but they trembled with exhaustion.
“Hold on, I’ll get a straw. Just lie back.”
Yvonne quickly fetched one, placing one end in the cup and guiding the other to Rachel’s lips.
With a gentle sip, Rachel managed to drink the water.
Yvonne’s heart clenched. “How did it come to this? Look at you–you’ve lost so much weight!”
Rachel forced a small smile. “Don’t worry. Once I recover, I’ll be glowing again.”
“Don’t be to me. When you’re better, you’re coming shopping with me.”
“Okay”
They didn’t talk for long before Rachel’s eyelids grew heavy again.
Not long after she drifted off, Brian arrived.
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Chapter 110 How Long Do You Think I Can Last
The moment Yvonne saw him, her expression turned icy. “Mr. White, you must be incredibly busy. Too busy to
spare even a little time for your sick girlfriend.”
Brian could tell she was furious, so he didn’t try to argue
“How’s Rachel?” His voice was quiet as his gaze landed on the frail figure lying on the bed
“She’s so weak, a gust of wind could knock her over. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were starting
How many more times can she go through this before she completely breaks?”
Seeing him only made Yvonne’s frustration boil over, and she had no desire to stay any longer.
“Leaving already?” Brian asked as she grabbed her purse.
“I can’t stand being in the same space as you.”
Yvonne’s words were always sharp.
“I’ll walk you out.”
“No need.”
But Brian followed her out, his tone laced with curiosity. “Have you and Norton patched things up recently”
Patched things up? That would imply they had ever been on good terms, which they hadn’t.
“You’re way too nosy!” Yvonne shot back.
Brian leaned casually against the wall, his lips parting slightly as he spoke in an even tone. “Do you have any idea where he went a few days ago?”
“I don’t.”
“A few days ago, he and I went to Amberfield.”
Yvonne frowned, her mind racing. What were those two even doing in Amberfield?
This time, Brian didn’t elaborate. He simply said, “If you’re that curious, check the local news
Standing in the elevator, Yvonne was brimming with questions.
And yet, curiosity gnawed at her until she finally gave in and checked the news about Amberfield
News reports filled her screen and she noticed
a major corporation in Amberfield had gone bankrupt and a notorious gang and its leader had been taken down by the police.
There were countless headlines about that, all tied to one particular person.
Yvonne did a quick search, and the second she saw the gang leader’s photo, her breath caught
It was… the same man who had harassed her and Rachel at the nightclub that night.
It turned out Norton and Brian had gone after that man for them? Norton had never breathed a word about it. Even Leif had kept silent.
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If Brian hadn’t mentioned it, she never would have known.
The moment she stepped off the elevator, she called Brian, wasting no time. “Why did you tell me?”
“I just figured you should know. Norton isn’t as cold–hearted as you think. I’ve known him for years–he’s loyal
and takes responsibility for the people he cares about. He told me you were the one who got harassed first, so he wouldn’t let me step in. He handled everything himself. Didn’t you notice he’s still injured?”
Brian’s words struck her.
Thinking back, she found he was right.
There had been a long but shallow scratch on Norton’s neck.
She had assumed it was from some fling with another woman.
But now, it seemed she had been completely wrong.
