In the afternoon, Ruben asked Leanne to consult one of Sandra's patients.

The patient had been battling what was believed to be uveitis for six months, but instead of getting better, the condition had deteriorated.

After reviewing the lab reports, Leanne noted that the cytokine analysis of the ocular fluid showed an interleukin-10 to interleukin-6 ratio greater than

one.

"I suspect it's not uveitis we're dealing with, but primary intraocular lymphoma."

The symptoms of intraocular lymphoma could closely mimic those of uveitis, leading to misdiagnosis, a phenomenon known as a masquerade syndrome caused by a tumor.

Sandra immediately got defensive. "Hey, watch what you're saying. Are you suggesting I misdiagnosed?"

"You're not that important. I'm just following the data," Leanne replied, her mood as gloomy as the weather outside, blunt in her assessment. "If it was primary lymphoma, we've lost six months that could have been crucial for this patient."

"You!" Sandra bristled, ready to explode, but Ruben silenced her with a look and asked Leanne, "What do you suggest we do?"

eye to perform a histological and cytological examination of the

afternoon. Set the surgery for three o'clock. And you, try to learn a thing or two from Dr. Castillo.

Sandra stormed off, fuming.

Leanne. "The month's almost over, and it's nearly vacation time.

rain continued to

affect your plans. Plus, weren't you guys heading to Iceland? I heard the weather's nice

rambled on, Leanne

you two are my relationship goals. A little fight here and

a weak smile

meant pretending her parents' deaths, potentially caused by his family, didn't bother

couldn't bear losing him,

would stop toying with her and reveal what happened years ago

family, Leanne felt powerless. She

the foster system but remained tight-lipped about the past. He

After all these years, there's no evidence left

my advice. Digging further will only

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