My Mother-in-Law Was Bleeding Out After a Car Crash, but My Wife Was Busy Racing with Her Brother

After the car accident, I no longer begged my wife’s brother, who also had panda blood, for help. Instead, I urgently contacted a radio station for a live broadcast, looking for kindhearted people to help. In my previous life, I begged my wife to bring her brother to the hospital to donate blood. But after he finished donating, he disappeared that very night. He left a final letter accusing us of treating him like a walking blood bank. Later, the police found his shoes by the sea. When my wife found out, she remained perfectly calm and even laughed at him for being too sensitive and fragile. But on my birthday, She secretly drugged me, leaving my entire body limp and powerless. “You’re the one who killed my brother. If you hadn’t insisted that he donate blood, nothing would have happened to him.” “You deserve to die too, to atone for him.” Then she pushed me into the sea. I died unable to rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the car accident.