For You, I'll Level Hell

Medical Center.

Outside the Operating Room.

Rachel, the girl in red, waited anxiously.

Not far away, Gilly's parents prayed without cease.

"So soon?"

When Dr. Montgomery came out, Rachel was startled. "How is Gilly?"

"I'm sorry."

Dr. Montgomery said apologetically, "Gilly's tumor has already spread to her bladder. The cancer is at stage four. Surgery is no longer an option."

"Wh-what does that mean?"

Rachel looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her face turning deathly pale.

"Gilly's parents are here. Perhaps letting them take her home would be a good choice."

Dr. Montgomery glanced at Gilly's parents, who were staring eagerly in their direction from afar.

"No!!!"

Rachel refused to accept the outcome.

Watching this, Gilly's mother understood what had happened. She could no longer continue her prayer, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Gilly's proud father closed his eyes as well. His faintly trembling body bore witness to his pain.

Dr. Montgomery explained a few more things. Seeing Rachel collapse onto the floor, clutching her head and weeping, she shook her head and walked away.

This kind of grief could only be borne by the patient's family themselves.

Unless a miracle truly descended, and the cancer cells that had spread so severely encountered something even more ruthless and collectively committed suicide.

Otherwise, Rachel's dear friend—the daughter of that elderly couple who devoutly believed in God—did not have much time left.

After finishing the remaining sutures and closing procedures, Adam walked out of the Operating Room.

"How is Gilly?"

Rachel wiped her tears, though her voice had calmed considerably. "When can I see her?"

"Not for a little while."

Adam looked at her, paused, then said, "She wants to go home."

"I know."

Rachel nodded numbly.

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