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"That's the fluorescent lighting," Lân replied flatly. "When did the pain start?"

"You have very kind eyes for a surgeon," she said.

Lân touched his own side. The ache was real now. Not sharp. Not dangerous. Just... present. The next morning, Lân performed the surgery. But when he opened her up, her appendix was perfectly normal. Pink. Healthy. Useless, but not angry. phu luc tinh yeu tap 1 thuyet minh

"Doctor?" she said.

"Why a heart?" Lân asked. "Why does drawing a heart hurt you?" "That's the fluorescent lighting," Lân replied flatly

Lân felt something strange. A small, quiet ache. Deep in his own right side. Lân scheduled her appendectomy for the next morning. But the night before, he couldn't sleep. He opened his laptop and searched: "Psychosomatic appendicitis – pain mirroring another person."

"Love is a chemical imbalance," he told his medical students. "Dopamine, oxytocin. A temporary madness. If it were an organ, I'd cut it out." The ache was real now

It was crooked. Ugly. Childish.

But when he finished, the ache in his own side vanished.

"Six months ago," Hà said. "But it gets worse every time I draw a heart."

Hà turned the sketchbook around. This time, the drawing was different. It wasn't a lonely man anymore. It was two people. Holding hands. One was her. The other... had his face.