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    She gripped a tissue, her heart pounding wildly. Agonizing pain followed soon after. Devoid of painkillers, she endured the agony.


    The pain intensified to such a degree that she feared she might die aboard the ne, regretting not preparing Jeffrey to live independently or bidding him a proper farewell, afraid she might never wake up again. Ultimately, the pain overwhelmed her, and she lost consciousness.


    When she regained consciousness, she heard the flight attendant announce the ne’s approach tonding.


    It was then that she managed to weakly open her eyes, spotting a faint glimmer of hope.


    By the time she arrived home, night had fallen.


    She hurriedly retrieved her medication, confronting bottles filled with white pills.


    She poured out a countless array, swallowing them inrge handfuls, taking three attempts to consume a single dose.


    At that moment, it seemed her stomach was entirely filled with medication.


    The housekeeper arrived shortly after Rachel got home.


    Noticing the closed bedroom door, she nudged it open.


    To her astonishment, it swung open.


    Upon finding Rachel asleep in bed, she promptly contacted Ronald. Brian was informed of Rachel’s whereabouts not long after.


    “She’s back home?” Brian was still skeptical. He was convinced he hadn’t been mistaken at the hospital, yet the evidence showed she was indeed at home. Could he have really mistaken someone else for her due to their resemnce, as Ronald suggested?


    The following day, Rachel visited the hospital.


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    She returned to her previous doctor, Darren Thompson.


    Darren eyed her with concern. “Did youe here by yourself? Why didn’t someone apany you?”


    Rachel didn’t conceal her circumstances. “My brother has special needs, so he couldn’t join me. My fiancé is currently overseas on business and can’t make it back.”


    Darren’s empathy deepened. “Why not tell him about your situation?”


    Rachel forced a smile, then swiftly shifted the topic. “Dr. Thompson, have you found apatible kidney for me yet?”


    Darren hesitated before delivering the disheartening news. “Not one yet.”


    “That’s alright. I was prepared for it to be challenging.”


    “Keep your hopes up. Miracles happen. We mustn’t lose hope until life’s final moments.”


    With a solemn nod, she responded, “I’ll hold on.”


    She still had unfinished business and farewells to be said.


    Right after her dialysis session ended, a video call from Brian popped up on her screen.


    Rachel nned to decline the call, but her hand stumbled, and she identally epted it.


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