In the end, I was labeled a leech and cursed by countless people. I died alone in the street.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
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"Fortunately, it was discovered early. If the surgery is done in time, the survival rate is still very high." The doctor held my CT report and comforted me gently.
I jolted awake. The pain of the terminal cancer hadn’t fully left me. My hand holding the bank card was already drenched in sweat.
In my previous life, I had been grateful that I listened to my parents, believing the five million dollars in the card would be enough to save myself. But in the end, the only thing I could afford before I died was a bag of painkillers for one dollar.
Remembering this, I trembled in fear, quickly stood up and walked aside to call Tommy.
But Tommy didn’t answer. The call ended automatically after ringing out.
As hopelessness washed over me, I sat down on the bench in the hospital, buried my head in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
At that moment, my father called. His voice was filled with delight.
"Alice, your brother is bringing his girlfriend over today. Go to the seafood market now and buy more big crabs and lobsters."