At the door of the emergency room, my wife, who is the director of the emergency department, directed all the doctors to save her teenage puppy.
But he accused me of moaning for nothing when I was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
In my previous life, my little puppy and I were involved in a car accident. She didn't recognize him and saved me first.
But he didn't want the little puppy to lose his arm and couldn't accept the fact that he couldn't practice medicine, so he chose to commit suicide by drinking medicine.
My wife was not sad and was as loving as ever.
