After Live Broadcasting My Detoxification, My Ex-Girlfriend Went Crazy with Regrets

It's been three years since I was diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. The ex-girlfriend I "abandoned" was a jealous criminal police captain who led a team into my rental house. I relied on large doses of morphine tablets every day to barely stand up like a human being. She sneered when she saw me covered in needle holes and twitching as I grabbed the medicine bottle on the table. "Why, after seven years of not seeing each other, you actually turned yourself into a drug addict?" "Where was the energy you used to cling to high branches back then? Now you don't even give up your face for the 'medicine'?" As soon as she finished speaking, I pointed to the medicine bottle tremblingly and asked: "Officer... Please, can you give me the medicine?" The woman sneered, picked up the medicine bottle, walked to the bathroom, and pressed the flush button. "Want it? Go to the drug rehabilitation center and ask for it!" "It seems that when you ran away with someone, not only was your heart black, but your bones were rotten." I was convulsing with pain. "Oh... Then, am I going to die?" After saying that, I curled up on the floor, trying to survive this wave of severe pain according to the method taught by the doctor. She watched with cold eyes and recorded the video saying that she wanted to serve as a negative example.