The Time Of The Terminally Ill Extra นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We’re not working on the treatment for terminal cancer, but for less severe conditions. The people we tested it on were terminal-stage patients, in case we make things worse for the subjects. We only looked for those who had a few days to live. After testing the treatment on them, the data showed improvement in every aspect of their health. Their pain lessened, their lifespans extended. We still have to observe and follow up on their development.” “Really?” Ivan’s eyes were filled with disbelief. He glanced at Ivanka, who had remained silent. Unable to contain his curiosity, he looked at Xander again and asked, “You came up with the treatment?” Xander immediately gave a dry chuckle. “Do you

Well, technically none but what if there’s one of them who tried to visit and check on me? “That’s something that I need to figure out” “Isn’t it strange? The night you were admitted, you were not in fatal condition, that’s what the doctor told me earlier and they are about to suggest us that time that you should take the surgery instead of going for a chemo but even the doctor was confused as why all of the sudden it became terminal…” This is absurd. “Does that imply that I didn’t die just by my sickness but someone sabotaged---” “That’s the theory. The doctor didn’t tell me ahead of time because I was occupied and in grief that I couldn’t accommodate the idea and it’ll be too much for me t

He would have become a very successful man without much effort. It was a pity that we were just victims of luck. It was a pity that both of us were acquaintances, a woman named Michelle Mary. The landscape of the small town, he, Pinot Santi. I looked at the icy, cold Rio in front of me, and said painfully, “At least you're still here, José. You still have the capacity to love and I... Are you terminally ill? There are only a few more weeks to live, maybe I could die tomorrow. I don't have a future. I have nothing left.”

He looked more like a human now. Rachel asked, “Dr. Jenkins, is my father not doing very well recently?” Although Jim was able to talk and walk, she knew about the notion of terminal lucidity, which occurred to people right before they passed away. That was what she was most worried about. Xavier sighed. Rachel knew her guess was right even before he spoke. Jim didn’t have many days left. Rachel took a deep breath; she wrung her hands tight, bracing herself before following up with another question.