Chapter 2The Day I Was Diagnosed

Due to the nature of the drug, the trial process would be excruciatingly painful.

And the cure rate was very low.

Therefore, no patient was willing to gamble on that tiny survival rate.

With the project approval deadline approaching, the Director, who was also the drug's developer, was anxious.

As soon as I offered to test the drug, her eyes lit up, but then she asked suspiciously:

"Why make such a request?"

I pressed down on the dense pain in my chest and forced a smile:

"My parents favored my younger sister. I've never felt familial love since I was young."

"Besides," I pointed to the photo frame, "I also want a handsome younger brother."

The Director glanced at Luke in the photo and smiled knowingly:

"Fine. If you can survive the three-year trial period, I'll make you my daughter."

Goal achieved. I let out a sigh of relief.

After signing the NDA, the Director looked at me meaningfully. "Try hard to survive."

I nodded forcefully. "I will."

I turned to look at the magnolia branches outside the window.

They were weighed down heavily by the fine snow, drooping listlessly.

But they still stubbornly clung to the branches.

Just like me.

I planned to die this winter, but now I was painfully jolted back to life.