"…"
The doctor reached out and gently placed a hand over his.
"If you want, we can help you bring these painful years to an end."
Michael looked at her. The woman smiled kindly.
"It would be peaceful. You wouldn't have to suffer anymore."
"…"
For a moment, everything seemed completely natural.
Michael was a terminally ill patient. The woman was his doctor.
His condition had deteriorated beyond recovery, and she was offering him a way to escape the suffering he had endured for so long.
There was nothing particularly strange about the conversation.
At least, that was how it initially appeared.
However…
"…"
Michael suddenly smiled. He looked directly into her eyes.
At that moment, his previously black irises slowly turned green.
"Yū Meng."
"…!"
The doctor's expression changed.
Michael's smile widened.
"It seems you've never visited an actual hospital, have you?"
"…"
