In the Car Crash, My Doctor Mother Told Everyone Not to Save Me

My younger brother and I were in a car accident. My life was hanging by a thread, and I urgently needed emergency treatment. But my mother, the surgeon on duty, called all the nurses over to care for my brother, who had only suffered minor scrapes. I begged her to save me, but she yelled at me impatiently, “Can you stop making a scene? Do you even know your brother’s skin is broken?” In the end, I died in a corner where no one could find me. But when my mother, who hated me most, learned I was dead, she went mad.