At the End of Winter, Luckily Spring Comes

When I was pregnant with twins and suffered premature hemorrhage, my husband took away the life-saving Rh-negative blood. Across the door, I heard him having a heated argument with the nurse. "Director Lu, your wife is dying!" Lu Huai's voice was trembling, but it contained an undeniable determination: "Send him to the pediatrician first! Xiaoxiao's son suffered a ruptured spleen in a car accident. Without this blood, he will die!" "As for my wife... Go to another district to transfer blood, use a helicopter!" "She is in good health. Give her a cardiotonic and she will be able to hold on until the blood is delivered for our baby!" I lay on the cold operating table and listened to his weighing. Not long after, Lu Huai rushed in wearing sterile clothes, kissed my forehead with red eyes: "The blood in the blood bank is contaminated. Wife, hold on, I've sent a helicopter to transfer blood." "For the sake of me and the baby, you must not sleep!" His tears hit my face, burning hot. I looked at this man who kept saying he loved me and smiled hypocritically: "Go out and don't disturb me." When he turned around to answer the call urging blood dispatch, I grabbed the attending doctor's sleeve and used my last strength to speak: "Protect me, I don't want this child anymore."