The hospital was in chaos.
My husband, Stephen Howard, carried Lily Evans into the emergency room.
He glared at me fiercely, his eyes filled with irreconcilable hatred.
A twisting pain in my abdomen sent shivers of terror through me!
As I woke up to the day of my gastric bleeding, my husband had returned from the past as well.
Before his death, he confessed, “With Lily gone, I refuse to cling to life!”
Then he swallowed poison.
Now, he had chosen to save Lily immediately, deciding to abandon me.
I tried to walk away, but I couldn’t move.
Other doctors in the emergency room just watched me coldly.
I couldn’t accept it and pleaded again, “Please save me! I have a perforated stomach! It’s critical!”
Frank Turner burst out laughing, “Who do you think you’re fooling? I’m the one with the medical degree here, not you. Everyone in the hospital knows you’re jealous of Lily! But there’s a limit to making a scene at the hospital; this is a place for saving lives.”
The rest of the medical staff looked at me with disdain. I knew I couldn’t persuade them. Stephen had already instructed the entire department not to waste medical resources on me.
Clenching my fists, I decided to head to internal medicine instead. Earlier, to apologize on Stephen’s behalf to a patient who had complained about him, I had drunk several liters of alcohol. My stomach burned as if it were searing on a stove, both painful and fiery.
The symptoms were exactly the same as in my past life: gastric bleeding compounded by a perforated stomach, a condition that could be fatal at any moment.
If I had known how ruthless Stephen could be, I would never have done such a foolish thing for him.
But who could have foreseen the future?
Even after my rebirth, I was still dealt a poor hand.
Fortunately, my daughter was still alive, and I still had a chance to survive.
Leaning on the wall, I made it to the internal medicine department next door. “Doctor, I’ve drunk a lot of alcohol, and my stomach is perforated. Could you please…”
The doctor gave me a cold look and pointed to the long line. “Go to the end of the line! If it were really that critical, the emergency room would have taken you. You don’t need to come here!”
