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At the hospital, the doctor severely reprimanded me for not caring about my health and drinking alcohol despite having gastric bleeding, as if I was afraid that I would not die quickly enough. Thinking back to my recent stomach pain, I finally realized what was going on. The doctor told me to notify my family and prepare for a gastroscopy under general anesthesia. If the situation was serious, I would need surgery immediately.

I took out my phone tremblingly and tried to call Maximilian Jones, but I unexpectedly saw his childhood sweetheart's circle of friends. In the photo, Maximilian Jones was wearing a high-end suit and gently washing and cooking for her. The caption was eye-catching: "Love is for me, you can give up a project worth tens of millions." It turned out that he suddenly disappeared just to pick her up from school, even at the expense of our efforts for many days.

Heartbroken, I called Maximilian Jones and had a big fight with him. But he turned around and accused me: " Wendy is timid and afraid of the dark, what's wrong with me picking her up? Can you stop going crazy and looking for trouble?" Then he hung up the phone and blocked me. The nurse next to me looked at me with sympathy. I was isolated and helpless, and could only sign, undergo general anesthesia, and undergo gastroscopy alone.

During the operation, I had an emergency due to anesthesia intolerance and lost consciousness. If I hadn't been rescued in time, I'm afraid I would never see the rising sun again. During the postoperative recuperation period, the nurse took good care of me and reminded me to keep my eyes open when looking for a boyfriend. Thinking of the grievances over the years, I lay in her arms and cried bitterly, and the resentment in my heart was swept away.

The day before I was discharged from the hospital, I received a call from Maximilian Jones: "I heard that you were in the hospital, are you okay?" "No." "Oh, I'll pick you up tomorrow." I said I could go back, but he insisted on coming. I know that he was giving me a way out. He would do this after every quarrel in the past, and I always accepted it with pleasure, forgave his cold violence, and pretended that the problem never existed.

However, after experiencing the life-and-death situation, I was surprisingly calm and did not react to his request for peace. I covered myself with the quilt and had a good sleep.