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clearer over the last few months. How can that be? Can that be the reason

why Arman is trying to treat a person whose death sentence has already
been written? Is she the answer to the disease?
She knew that Arman was on the research panel of doctors looking for a

cure for ALS. She made a mental note to ask him. After all, he did admit to
being an external consultant to the patient. There was something definitely

amiss with this situation.
Just as she finished eating, her phone rang.

‘It’s someone asking for the doctor of Dushyant Roy. Dr Arman is not
available. Should I put the call through?’ the voice from the other side said.

‘Sure,’ she said and heard the call-transfer beep. ‘Hello? This is Zarah
Mirza.’
‘Hi … Umm … Hello, Doctor, I am Kajal. I wanted to know about a

patient admitted in your hospital. Dushyant Roy?’
‘Oh, yes. He has a liver problem. Are you a relative?’ she asked.

‘Is it serious?’
‘He will live,’ Zarah said. ‘Serious, but curable. May I know who you

are?’
The line disconnected.