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‘It will take twenty years to confirm that the treatment works,’ Arman

replied. He was impressed at the girl’s retentive power. The research
website had published a few articles on the stem cell research and how it
should only be tried on patients in their last stages because of the high risk

involved. Arman never bought the argument and thought it was stupid.
‘So?’

‘We can do it on you,’ Arman weighed his words. He didn’t want Pihu to
freak out since those articles clearly stated that deaths resulting from those

procedures were far too many to try it on comparatively healthy patients.
‘Aren’t you like the best young doctor in the country? A sensation in the

field of medicine?’
Her words made Arman a little uncomfortable, a little proud of himself
and a little happy. The science conferences where people used to glorify his

successes never mattered to him. Not even a bit. But her words did and he
felt strange about that.

‘Some people say that.’
‘And won’t you be risking your medical licence, and probably find

yourself in jail if anyone finds out about this?’
‘More or less,’ he answered.

‘So either you are crazy or very confident that this will work,’ she said.
Arman noticed her forehead crease. He wished he could tell her that it was
neither. Simply put, it was the only way to save her from dying.

‘A bit of both.’
‘I think it’s your call then,’ she said and smiled. Her doubtless confidence

put him slightly off balance. If the treatment didn’t work, he knew he would
just accelerate her deterioration and make her die sooner, if not instantly.

‘I will think about it,’ Arman said, shaken. He got up from the bed.
‘Fine,’ she said. ‘If it doesn’t work?’

‘Let’s not talk about it.’
‘Like the lyrics of that song, What doesn’t kill you? “What doesn’t kill
you makes you stronger”?’ she asked. He nodded.

Arman shook her hand and said, ‘Our date is still due.’