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Follow the instructions as written in the file. Keep it to yourself and

your family. Don’t get doctors involved. The drugs have a reasonable
success rate at our hospital. They stall symptoms in some cases. They
reverse the effects in others. Think before you decide. Don’t hold me

liable.

Regards.

Her father looked at her for an explanation and she told him about the
mails and the website. She asked her dad to read the file that had all the

details about the progress of the patients the medicines had been tried on.
They spent the whole night reading through every case, every patient and

every dosage that she had to take. Whether she should take the medication
or not was a no-brainer. She was dying. She had just three months to live,
give or take a few weeks. A 20 per cent chance of living was an infinitely

better option than to continue living like the undead for the next few
months, and then, in any case, die. She made her father learn how to use the

syringes. After a few times of puncturing his own veins, he got the hang of
it. From the next day, she was on the medication. For the first few times, his
fingers trembled every time he had to pierce Pihu’s flesh. And then it

became easier.
Slowly, things changed. Two months later, she mailed the doctor again.

Pihu Malhotra <p_malhotra198@gmail.com>

To Dr Arman Kashyap <ArmanKashyap@GKL.co.in>

Hi Dr Arman,

I am better. It is working. For the first time, I took solid food. Thank

you.

Regards

Pihu Malhotra

With the mail, she attached a report she and her father had maintained for
tracking her progress. The experimental drugs were working on her. She