The Massage Table Collapsed, I Took the Initiative to Cut the Traction Rope
by Cactus
About This Novel
I was paralyzed for five years, and my wife hired a male caregiver for me. In order for me to recover, she sold her only marital home. I rented an old apartment without an elevator and carried me up and down the stairs every day. In order to stimulate my nerves, she learned Chinese massage for three months. Kneel down beside the bed and press until your hands are covered with calluses. The male caregiver was young and strong. He pointed at my atrophied legs and said to my wife, "Sister-in-law, you are still young. There is no need to guard a disabled person." She said that was her husband. But that day, the male caregiver pressed her waist. "I've had enough! Why don't you die?" She cried to the nurse, thinking I was injured. I turned the wheelchair with all my strength and moved it under the rehabilitation traction frame on the balcony. "Zhang Jing, don't meet me again in your next life."
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