Throw Me Down from Rock Climbing. Why Are You Crying If I Die?

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. Today is our wedding anniversary, but he took his female brother to adventure in undeveloped places, just because the female brother said that life is boring. We were stranded on a cliff after being injured in extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter could only take away two people. They climbed up neatly, leaving me hypothermic in the heavy rain. I shouted to him with all my strength: "I have a heart disease. If I don't go to the hospital, I will die." He threw the rope to me but didn't even look back. "Ruyue has painful menstruation. She never complains about pain. You just know how to pretend. You can find a way to get out on your own." But he didn't know that the rope he gave me had long been cut by his simple good brother.