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I looked at the diagnosis on the medical report, “End-stage heart failure.” My fingers trembled uncontrollably. The doctor flipped through the thick medical records and said, “He has congenital heart disease, and during the kidnapping, the kidnappers injected him with banned drugs out of anger... It's a miracle he's made it this far.” Only then did I realize why Kerwin had become increasingly emaciated and pale over the years. I suddenly understood why he had never sought me out in my previous life. In that timeline, he might have already passed away. Kerwin remained in a coma. I pleaded with many people, asking if there was any way to save him. The only option was a heart transplant, but finding a suitable heart was extremely difficult, and finding a surgeon willing to perform the procedure was equally challenging. Until Kerwin finally opened his eyes on the hospital bed. With tears in my eyes, I asked him, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He smiled weakly, “It’s an incurable dise