I had a miscarriage with heavy bleeding, and my husband is a gynecologist. But I didn't let my mother look for him. Instead, I took a taxi to the hospital. In my previous life, at my mother's begging, my husband came to rescue me along with the ambulance and performed the surgery on me himself. Because he couldn't look at his cell phone during the surgery, his husband missed his first love's call, which caused his first love to fall down the stairs and bleed to death. My husband took care of the funeral arrangements for his first love and brought me a pot of chicken soup on the day he came back. As a result, he poisoned the soup. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I had a car accident and suffered a miscarriage with massive bleeding.
