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Doctor Stephanie then returned to her seat. The young doctor slowly explained that Mallfin was not okay.
"If we don't do surgery as soon as possible, Mallfin's situation will get worse. Maybe at this time Mallfin only experience chronic dizziness. But gradually, things will get worse." Doctor Stephanie did not continue with her explanation.
"Compensed? Meaning, Doc?"
"Sorry Ana, I have to say if your son could have been blinded, paralyzed, memory loss, or--deceased if late treatment. So I suggest you get surgery done as soon as possible."
In that pain, Ana tried to stay sane. "yeah. If that's the best, please do the surgery on my son. Please save him."
Doctor Stephanie then explained the various procedures that must be prepared before finally starting the surgery which of course will not be easy.
"We can do it on this date" Stephanie points to a sitting calendar. "That means the second Sunday from now. That's the quickest time to prepare for surgery before the tumor grows."
"All right, I agree doc." Nod Ana. No matter what cost he has to bear. He will try.
"For such an operation. About, how much does it cost, Doc?"
Doctor Stephanie then opens her iPad screen and then thrusts it on Ana.
"It's net cost until the operation is done."
Ana stared at the long line of numbers closely.
One hundred and fifty million?
Ana instantly boughtak. The world stopped at that moment. The little hope suddenly fell when he felt he would not be able to go through it.
"We can start treatment tomorrow. So that surgery can be done immediately." Doctor Stephanie did not realize that the woman was in great shock.
The mind that had been in the dust, now increasingly made not because of. Ana felt a great tightness.
Where would he get that fantastic amount of money? If he sold his stuff, it would be nothing. He is poor and has no valuables. Only his mother's motorbike and ring were his last possessions.
"Good doc. I understand."
His footsteps covered gontai. His sight was empty like he no longer had any hope of simply breathing.
One hundred and fifty million, or the life of the son, is at stake.
Ana stopped her steps as she felt her chest tight. Breath shortens. His legs felt so weak that the hand had to support the cold walls of the hospital.
"Mallfin-"
His frail body finally decays as the cry falls back over his puffy face.
How's this. What if he cannot collect the costs that must be borne. What if he really lost his son to his helplessness?
No. gabe. Pl-please... The servant will not be able, O Allah.
Ana cried softly. As hard as he tried to stay strong, but in fact he was just a weak woman who would not be able to see his baby feel pain.
Can you not inflict all the pain of the son of the servant on the servant, O Allah.
Mallfin, he's innocent. The sins of the servant, let the servant himself bear. Not her.
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Annyeong Chingu
Yesterday, there was something about why not continued Arsha Molla aja, hehehe
Because the othors were still busy and it was felt that there was no time to think about their story, ehehehe
But God willing the othors must make their story.
just wait for ya
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Saranghaja 💕💕💕