To save my husband, I donated a kidney. But on the day I was discharged, he sent me to the guest room without a second thought. “That centipede-like scar is disgusting to look at. Let Qingqing use the master bedroom to rest while she’s pregnant!” That night, my wound split open, and I collapsed in a pool of blood, calling him ninety-nine times for help. Not a single call was answered. From the master bedroom came Su Qing’s loud, passionate moans. In an instant, it felt as if all the strength had drained from my body. When I was admitted to the hospital, I touched the medal my mother had left me before she died. Then I burned all my medical records and dialed the number I had kept buried for so long.
