I stared numbly at the needle hole on the back of my hand.
The hand, which had shed a layer of skin, felt both painful and itchy at this moment.
After they left, I felt like I had been granted amnesty and opened my mouth to take in big gulps of oxygen.
But no matter how hard it was, it could not be inhaled into my chest cavity.
In the evening, the doctor came to see me and said that I had suffered a heavy blow to my abdomen and it would be difficult for me to have children of my own in the future.
My first reaction upon hearing this sentence was actually to be grateful.
Fortunately, without children, he would not have suffered with me.
An innocent life should have had a better life.
After everyone in the ward left, I took out my mobile phone and checked the latest updates online.
The cyberbullying had grown uncontrollable, forcing the leader of rescue unit to come and explain.
However, in his explanation, he said that I was the one who planned the fire.
I hurt someone intentionally out of jealousy.
Not only did I waste the rescue resources of the unit, but I also dragged their good team leader to be scolded.
In the video, the leader added that he hoped netizens could put aside this matter.