A car accident left me with a severe brain injury, my life hanging by a thread.
My husband, hailed as a master physician, personally operated on me. After eighteen hours of continuous surgery, he snatched me back from death’s door.
But the first thing I said to him when I woke up was, “Zhao Yuanhui, I want a divorce.”
His eyes turned red. “A Yu, I just dragged you back from the brink of death, and now you want a divorce?”
“Is it because I’m so busy with work at the hospital that I don’t have time for you?”
I frowned. “It’s precisely because you saved me that I want a divorce, so you can live up to your reputation as a master physician.”
The elders around us tried to talk me out of it. “Yuanhui is such a wonderful husband. He takes care of the family and loves you. Why insist on getting divorced? Don’t you want to enjoy a good life?”
No matter who tried to persuade me, I brushed them off lightly. “If you think he’s so wonderful, I’ll divorce him and you can have him.”
One of the elders was so furious they fainted. “Fine, get divorced! Just don’t you dare regret it later!”
I murmured quietly, “Regret it? I regret not divorcing him sooner.”
