Even when my sister-in-law was bleeding during her pregnancy, she refused prenatal checkups, claiming the machines gave off radiation. She only wanted to consult a fortune-teller.
As a doctor, I urged her to go to the hospital, and sure enough, they found all kinds of problems.
Thanks to medical intervention, my nephew was born healthy, though his right foot was congenitally deformed.
But my sister-in-law insisted I had caused it by forcing her to get checkups. She beat me so badly that I miscarried.
Even after I devoted myself to my nephew’s rehabilitation and helped him get into one of China’s top universities, he repaid me by stabbing me more than twenty times and pushing me off a cliff.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister-in-law argued that she shouldn’t get prenatal checkups.
I nodded.
“You’re right. Go see a fortune-teller.”
