The nurse wheeled her cart over to Pharaoh's bedside, handing him his medication and carefully setting up his IV. "Are you really not considering chemotherapy?" she asked, trying one last time. "These medications can only do so much, especially at this stage." These medications had very limited effects. To put it nicely, it's conservative treatment but bluntly, it's just waiting to die. She really couldn't understand his choice.

Pharaoh shook his head. "No, I'll just take the pills. You don't need to keep trying to convince me. I know what I'm doing."

The nurse sighed heavily. "If you won't do chemotherapy, will you still want to come in for regular scans to monitor the cancer's spread?"

After a pause, Pharaoh nodded. "Yeah, I'll keep up with the checkups. At least that way, I'll know how much time I have to set everything in order."

With that, the nurse finished setting up the IV, then turned to leave. As she opened the door, she came face to face with Nina standing right outside.

tell his daughter about his condition, and the staff had respected his

she hadn't seen Nina there, and quietly pushed the cart down the hallway. It seemed

confirmed. Pharaoh was seriously ill, diagnosed with

bluntly, "So, you're

it was the nurse again. "Yes, I'm sure. It's my illness, after all. I should have the right to decide how I handle

he spoke, he suddenly realized something was off. That voice... it wasn't

was off

the last time we spoke, but you kept brushing it off. Now I know

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