I took a look at her. Valery looked tired and thin, completely different from the arrogant one I saw in the court parking lot last time. Her eyes were swollen badly. It seemed like she had been crying for a long time. When she saw me open the door, she immediately grabbed my hand. "Honey, please save me. I... I have cancer. It's already in the middle stage. Now only you can help me."
Real and Fake Patient: My Wife is Dying
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