Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

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?"

left eye to

"I'm free this Friday afternoon. Set the surgery for three o'clock. And you, try to learn a thing or two from Dr. Castillo. Among

Sandra stormed off, fuming.

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

looked out the window, where the rain continued to fall. "Might have to cancel

to stop in a few days. It shouldn't affect your plans. Plus, weren't you guys heading to

on, Leanne interjected. "We

relationship goals. A little fight

weak smile

meant pretending her parents' deaths, potentially

she couldn't bear losing

hoping the world would stop toying with her and reveal what happened years ago had nothing to do

the Richardson family, Leanne felt powerless. She had limited leads and was at a dead end

the foster system but remained tight-lipped about the past. He even advised her to drop the investigation, warning it would bring her

evidence left

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