The day I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, I was pulled into an unlimited streaming game.
The system says that the terminal disease can be cured by clearing the level, at the cost of voting out one person every week.
We four terminally ill patients form an alliance to survive: the irritable uremic sister, the ballet girl with heart failure, and the paralyzed elite lawyer.
When there were only four people left, the system announced: "The person with the highest number of votes dies."
The eldest sister suddenly pointed at the girl: "Anyway, you won't live long!"
The lawyer calmly pushed up his glasses: "Calculated survival probability, she is the weakest."
I pressed the give-up button: "If we die together, we bet on the loopholes in the system."
The whole hospital started to twist - we were like, we won the bet?
Purpose: Women helping each other