On New Year's Eve, I had an accident. I had to be rescued in an ambulance. Large pieces of glass were inserted into my heart and lungs. The doctors present were helpless. I endured the severe pain and dialed the number of my wife, an emergency department expert, three times before I got through. What I got was a scolding from her. "Don't joke about car accidents. Do you know how low the probability of iron sheets and glass fragments just being inserted into the heart and lungs? There is no cure, and I would be jealous of a dog." In the noisy background, Gu Jiating's emotion was mixed: "The baby has suffered, so I have to thank my mother." A large amount of blood gushes out, and later she saw me lying in the morgue with wounds all over my body, but she went crazy.
