On the Seventh Day After My Surgery, I Didn't Give up My Seat, and the Old Lady Slapped Me so Hard I Ended up in the ICU

Seven days after my brain surgery, the doctor repeatedly warned me against any impact. Wearing a hat and a white T-shirt, I huddled in a corner seat on the subway, barely breathing. An elderly woman boarded, stood in front of me, and slammed her cane heavily on the ground: "Young lady, give me your seat!" I shook my head, my voice weak: "Auntie, I just had surgery…" Before I could finish, a slap landed hard on my face. "Stop pretending! Young people just don't know any better!" My vision blurred, and warm tears streamed down my neck, instantly staining my white T-shirt a glaring red. The entire carriage…