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What is Johnsy’s illness? What can cure her, the medicine or the willingness to live?
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Solution
Johnsy was suffering from pneumonia. Only the willingness to live could cure her. She had made up her mind that she was not going to get well. The doctor said that if she did not want to live, then medicines would not help her.
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