He was saved by a retired doctor, blacklisted by pharmaceutical companies, a forgotten ghost practicing forbidden yet effective treatments in silence.
Claudia froze, knowing mentioning him could cost her job or worse, but Camila’s gasps forced her hand.
She knew she had to try, even if the price was losing everything she had.
The next morning, Rodrigo sat surrounded by lawyers, planning inheritances and funerals as if hope himself were already dead.
Claudia approached, shaking but resolute, speaking of the doctor who saved her brother when no one else could.
Rodrigo exploded in rage, shouting that she would not compare his daughter to charlatans, ordering her to leave immediately.
Claudia fled in tears, yet refused to surrender, clinging to the smallest chance of salvation.
Three days later, Camila collapsed again, her breathing erratic as her heart dangerously slowed.
Rodrigo screamed at helpless doctors, feeling the ground disappear beneath his feet.
Then he remembered Claudia’s terrified, honest eyes and, for the first time in his life, swallowed his pride.
With a broken voice, he asked whether that doctor still lived, whispering a “please” he had never spoken before.
Claudia warned that the doctor hated the rich, but Rodrigo accepted any conditions to save his child.
They left before dawn toward the mountains, where signals died and hope felt as fragile as frost.
After six hours, they reached a wooden cabin, greeted by an old man whose contempt cut sharper than the cold.
“Do not look for miracles,” he said coldly, while Claudia begged only for hope, not impossibilities.
The doctor examined Camila and admitted her condition was severe but not hopeless, shattering Rodrigo with relief.
When Rodrigo offered unlimited payment, the doctor stopped him, demanding obedience, silence, and absolute truth instead.
The truth was simple and devastating: Camila needed unconditional love, something her father had never fully given.
They moved into the cabin and began a treatment deemed “mad,” far removed from modern medicine and its rigid rules.
Herbs, steam, chants, and breathing replaced pharmaceuticals, while Claudia followed every instruction with unwavering discipline.
Rodrigo suffered in isolation, cut off from business and phones, forced to exist as nothing but a father.
One critical night, Camila nearly stopped breathing, and Claudia made Rodrigo speak from his heart.
Through tears, he begged forgiveness, promising love, as Camila’s fingers curled around him, finally calming.
“Love is medicine too,” the doctor murmured, watching silently.
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