"I'm afraid it's a trap. I can't afford to save him..."
"First aid also requires artificial respiration, right? This person looks so ugly. I'm sorry, no offense, but I can't do it."
"Look at how ragged his clothes are. I guess he can't afford the treatment even if he's sent to the hospital..."
The person lying on the ground had even more difficulty breathing. He looked at me in panic through the crowd, seeking help.
When I met his gaze, I instantly forgot to breathe.
Jack Lauren!
I would never forget his name.
Hatred was like a tide, almost drowning me.
In my previous life, I went through crowds to save him.
I gave him first aid, kneeling and performing chest compressions on him, which even made my legs swollen.
I arranged for him to stay in the hospital where I worked.
I advanced the examination fees for him, applied for medical assistance for him, and raised funds for his surgery.
I worked overtime late at night to prepare a surgical plan for him, but he put drugs in my coffee.
I was euphoric and began hallucinating due to taking a large amount of codeine.
I called out my boyfriend's name in a daze.
When I woke up, my body was covered with bruises from being beaten.
I called the police for help.