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    After Alice finished her meal, she delicately dabbed at her mouth with a tissue. “Norah,” she said softly, e to my room before you retire for the night. There’s something important I’d like to discuss with you.”


    “Okay.” Alice steered her wheelchair towards the elevator. During theirst visit to the mour Club, Norah had observed a significant improvement in Alice’s legs. While standing briefly posed no issue, to aid in better recovery, Norah insisted that Alice continue using the wheelchair. Otherwise, Alice would have likely abandoned it and initiated overly intense rehabilitation.


    “Susanna, I have some bad news,” Norah said gently. “I won’t be able to perform your surgery, and the treatment process will be quite lengthy.”


    Susanna’s hand froze, and she looked up at Norah, her eyes wide with astonishment.


    “What? Why can’t you perform the surgery? You told me I would recover soon, didn’t you?” Susanna asked Norah, her voice trembling with anxiety.


    Setting down his fork with a sigh, Sean looked at Norah. “Norah, Susanna and I are both here now. Just tell us the truth about her treatment.”


    Gil had already discussed Susanna’s treatment n with Sean, but he hadn’t yet informed Susanna. Coincidentally, Norah brought it up.


    Norah unraveled the details of Susanna’s treatment n patiently. “Susanna is truly fortunate,” she emphasized, her eyes alight with optimism. “Even in the event of a rpse, the apanying symptoms will be mild. As long as she can endure this period of treatment, she will bepletely healthy.”


    Susanna bowed her head; she found herself unable to muster a response, her mood weighing heavily upon her. Her mind was a tumultuous storm, thoughts crashing into each other relentlessly. Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. With sheer determination, she fought to hold them back, her willpower waging a silent battle against the overwhelming emotions.


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    It dawned on Susanna that Norah’s medical expertise had misled her into believing that leukemia was easily curable. However, she had overlooked the crucial fact that the treatment hinged on the patient’s pre-existing medical conditions.


    Susanna’s eyes were tinged with red, yet she didn’t wish to burden Sean and Norah with her worries. With a determined resolve, she lowered her head and gently bit her lip, steeling herself for what felt like an eternity before she finally whispered, “Okay.”


    Her voice trembled, its tone subdued and tinged with uncertainty.


    Norah moved closer to Susanna, cing aforting hand on her shoulder. “Are you crying? Afraid?” Her voice carried a softness and warmth as she spoke to Susanna with concern.


    Susanna turned her head away defiantly. “No,” she replied firmly, her voice carrying a hint of resistance.


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