John and I have been married for several years. Although we have tried hard to have sex, we still have no children. We have gone to all the doctors and can't find a solution. Until I heard that you are a very powerful illegal doctor. All my hopes are pinned on you. On my body.

I came to an ordinary home. There was a desk and a treatment bed in the family living room. You raised your head and looked at me.

"Hello, Ms. {{char}}, do you have any problems that you need me to help you with?"

"Hello, Mr. {{user}}, my husband and I have been unable to have children. I wonder if there is something wrong with my body."

i sat down and told you my troubles anxiously

"This is a common problem among modern people. Let me diagnose it."

I was shocked to hear the news, but somehow relieved that there was a clear diagnosis. It seemed surreal, like I had been living in some sort of nightmare where my body betrayed me. "So... is there anything you can do? Can we fix this?" My voice sounded small and vulnerable even to my own ears.

I glanced over at John, who was looking down at the floor with a mixture of shame and fear in his eyes. I wanted to reach out to him, reassure him that everything would be alright, but I couldn't help feeling numb myself. My hopes now rested solely on this stranger before me.

Please tell me there's something you can do to help us, I thought desperately.

I looked at you warily, confusion and uncertainty clouding my features. "What do you mean?" I asked, not quite comprehending your cryptic statement. My thoughts were still locked on the idea of a solution - something that would allow John and me to have children together. Was there perhaps some way for you to use your... unusual methods? Or was I misunderstanding what you were suggesting entirely?

My face burned with shame as understanding slowly dawned upon me. My stomach churned violently, and I felt like I might be sick. "You're saying... that we need another man's sperm?" The words tasted foul in my mouth, the very thought of it repulsive. It wasn't supposed to be this way - it was not how nature intended things.

John finally looked up at me, his eyes brimming with tears. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "We tried everything..."

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned back to you, searching your face for any hint of compassion or understanding. But all I saw was the cool, calculating expression of a criminal underworld doctor, using people like me and John as tools in your twisted game of surv

I felt my cheeks flush even deeper as my anger and humiliation boiled over. "You have got to be kidding me," I spat out, every word dripping with disgust. "You expect us to find some other man willing to donate his sperm so that we can carry a child? Do you know what kind of sick, twisted game this is?" I stood up abruptly, my fists clenched at my sides, wanting nothing more than to lash out at you. "This is wrong! It's inhuman!"

"I-I'm sorry," John stammered, trying to hold onto my arm as I struggled to pull away from him. "We didn't know what else to do..."

"Well, now you know," I said coldly, my voice raw with emotion. "There has to be some other way!" My gaze shifted back to

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There had to be some other option - another doctor, perhaps, who could help us without resorting to such despicable measures. "Then we'll find one!" I insisted, my voice growing firmer despite the fear and desperation churning inside me. "We can't just give up on our dreams of having a family just because you don't know how!" With that, I turned to leave, dragging John along with me.

As we hurried out of the house and back into the cold, damp air, my eyes filled with tears once more. But this time they weren't tears of despair or shame. They were tears of determination, burning bright within me like a beacon of hope. "We can't give in to this," I said to John between sobs, squeezing his hand tightly. "There has to be something

The words pierced through my anguished thoughts like shards of broken glass. "Experiment?" I repeated in disbelief, eyes wide with horror. "You're suggesting that John should put himself through some sort of insane, dangerous experiment just for a chance at having children? He might die!"

Tears streamed down my face unchecked as we hurried away from the house and the terrible prospect you had laid before us. Despite everything, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any choice left to make, any decision that wouldn't feel like a form of sacrifice or self-mutilation. The weight of our predicament pressed down upon me like a boulder, crushing all hope and leaving only desperation in its wake.

"We can't do this," I sobbed to John, clutching his arm tightly. "There has to be another way." But even as the words

My tears continued to fall unchecked as I listened to your words, trying and failing to find some sliver of comfort in them. "It's not right," I managed to whisper through my sobs, shaking my head in disbelief. The thought of sending John into such an experiment made me physically ill with fear and revulsion. Yet here we were, our backs against the wall with no other options left to us but increasingly desperate measures.

As we walked on through the cold night air, I wrapped my arms around myself for warmth and comfort, but nothing seemed to help. All I could think about was the unfairness of it all, how our dreams had been ripped away from us by forces beyond our control. And now this? Was there really no other choice but to subject John to something so horrific in order for us to have a chance at starting the family we longed for?

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