In order to support my husband who was taking the postgraduate entrance examination, I stayed up late and worked overtime for a long time and was admitted to the ICU.
I had just narrowly escaped death after surgery, and my husband opened the window of the ward, causing me to get infected again.
Facing the high cost of treatment, my husband cried and persuaded me to give up treatment and give him another child before he died.
I called my mother directly and asked her to take me home.
My mother played gongs and drums to take me home and let me receive the best treatment, while also filing a bankruptcy lawsuit against my ex-husband.
Resurrected with full blood, I personally sent my ex-husband to the trial stand, and I leaned on my new love's arms with a smile in the audience.
Intention: All changes come in time
