Chapter 3
Doctors rushed into the operating room with O–type blood bags in their
arms.
“How much more blood does she need?” one of them asked.
“1,600ml. We happen to have that much in our blood bank,” a nurse answered while wiping off her sweat.
In the next second, the door to the room was smashed open. A group of men in black barged in, took out their pistols, and pointed them at the doctors‘ heads.
Richard was the last to walk in. Frowning, he said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with a trace of worry, “Send all the O–type blood bags to the operating room opposite the hallway. No one can take the blood away from my wife.”
I raised my blood–stained hand, wanting to tug at his sleeve and tell him. his wife was right in front of him.
But obviously, he wasn’t referring to me.
He was referring to Trista.
The doctors exchanged glances, and the nurse reminded Richard, “The patient in that room has a minor cut on her pinky finger. She doesn’t need a blood transfusion…”
But Richard refused to listen and urged the doctors to do as he said with his pistol.
Thinking about the baby I was carrying, I endured the heartache and struggle to shout out, “I’m…”
Yet, Richard slapped me to the floor. His eyes were fierce as he said, “Shut up! Another word, and I’ll kill you so that my wife can have your blood.”
With that, he glanced at his hand, which was stained by my blood. The disgust in his eyes was palpable.
Then he sneered and took the blood bags out.
Covering my face, I lay on the floor in a daze, overwhelmed by both physical and psychological pain.
Richard spent 500,000 dollars to buy a blood bag for me three years ago. at the hospital.
And he was also the one who took away all the blood bags that could save my life with a pistol.
It was like the same thing happening again, only this time, it was Trista that he wanted to save.
The doctors were so frightened that they didn’t dare to say a word, but they couldn’t watch me die while doing nothing.
Just then, a nurse dragged a volunteer into the room, panting while shouting, “Found one. He’s O–type blood…”
The doctors immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started to operate
on me.
As the fresh blood was transfused into my body, I finally felt better, and my face wasn’t that pale anymore.
Just as the doctors were about to induce labor, the door was smashed
open again.
Richard glanced at me coldly as if I were a corpse.
I looked back at him, my eyes dull, my lips trembling. I felt that I was nothing but a joke.
After mustering up my strength for a while, I pointed at the door with my trembling finger and said through gritted teeth, “Piss off!”
He glanced at me with disgust and kicked the operating table. Together with it, I crashed into the opposite wall.
I fell to the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“What are you waiting for? If anything happens to my wife, I’ll kill you all!” Richard glanced at the operating room across the hallway, utterly
anxious.
The sight of me in a pool of blood was so terrifying that one of the doctors. couldn’t help but feel bad for me. He braced himself, saying, “Ms. Co…”
“Cut the crap!
Seething with rage, Richard aimed the dark muzzle of the pistol at the doctor.
No one dared to utter a word as none of them wanted to die.
The door to the operating room closed gradually as I heard Richard coax Trista on the phone, “Honey, don’t worry. You’ll be fine.
“I’ll be back in a second. Wait for me. I love you…”
His every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing my heart ruthlessly.
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Memories of those days we shared together were burned and turned into ashes gradually.
I stared at his back intently, overwhelmed by great heartache.
He walked away from his baby for the sake of his mistress, he was indeed a devoted, affectionate husband.
The anesthesia kicked in quickly. Soon, I passed out.
Drifting in and out of unconsciousness, I seemed to hear a kid’s cries as if saying, “Mommy, it hurts…”
Tears ran down from the corners of my eyes uncontrollably.
I wanted to grab the kid to hold him, but everything I could see foggy, and I could see nothing.
Was
Maybe fate felt sorry for me and allowed me to see my baby one last time.
When the doctors took the baby out, I opened my eyes abruptly.
