Two Days Left to Live

If Lucille saw him now, she probably would not recognize him. Frank dared not think about it. His body felt frail, as if teetering on the edge of life itself. Even speaking had become a struggle. Coughing several times, Frank asked, "Will you do me a favor, for the two days I have left? Could you calculate something for me?" The old priest, not wanting to make things harder for Frank, replied, "Don't worry, the little girl will be fine. But… while her life has been saved, the poison in her body may not be so easily purged." "What?" Frank's face paled, and he rushed toward the old priest, demanding, "What do you mean by that?" "Young man, don't be in such a hurry. Let me finish first." The old priest calmly pushed Frank's hand away from his collar, adding, "The act of exchanging lives goes against the natural order. The girl from the Jules family now carries your remaining life force, so she will live a long life. There's no need for you to worry." "But..." Under Frank's piercing gaze,