The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 145

Simon clicked open another file.

"This is from 2022. Also normal."

Another sea of green text.

"2023," Simon paused slightly, "was normal as well."

The third report. The fourth. The fifth. Every single one was glowing green, explicitly stating, "No abnormalities detected."

Garrison's brow furrowed tightly.

"Then she..."

"Wait," Simon interrupted, his voice dropping softly. "Look at this one."

He clicked on the next file.

The timestamp read: January 2024.

The colors on the screen completely shifted.

The green was gone. Replaced by yellow, orange, and a blinding, terrifying red.

"Abnormal tumor markers." Simon pointed to a row of terrifying statistics. "CA19-9, eight times the upper normal limit. CA125, twelve times the upper limit. And this—"

He opened another tab, displaying a brain imaging scan.

On the gray-and-white cross-section of the brain, there was a dark shadow about the size of a dime. Its edges were jagged and blurred, creeping outward like a drop of black ink slowly bleeding into parchment.

"We performed a contrast MRI and found this." Simon's voice was agonizingly calm, like a professor discussing a theoretical case study. "The location was terrible. Right near the brainstem. We consulted three top specialists, and the consensus was unanimous—"

He took a breath.

"Glioblastoma Multiforme, Stage IV."

Garrison remained dead silent.

As a world-class oncology expert, he knew immediately that the hospital's diagnosis was flawlessly accurate.

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