The Secret of Second Marriage

"Get out! Get out! All of you get out!"

Juan's eyes were filled with hatred.

They have been married for almost 18 years. Their son is almost 17 years old and in high school, and their daughter is over 6 years old and in elementary school. They used to be a loving family of four in the eyes of outsiders.

But now everything is ruined.

Juan finally saw through the true colors of the scumbag. He was even more ruthless, cruel, and disgusting than she had imagined.

"Honey, calm down."

Liu Peng tried to comfort her.

"Get away from me, you shameless bastard!"

Juan immediately called her brother: "Brother, I'm in trouble. Liu Peng is having an affair, and he almost killed me... Waaaaah... Tell my sister-in-law to get her parents' house sorted out, and I'll move back today."

"This is outrageous! Our family has been supporting this scoundrel for so many years, spending money and effort on him, and we have never looked down on his rural family. We never expected that he would be such a beast in human form, a hypocrite."

Sister, don't worry, I'll drop everything and come see you right away. With our family backing me up, I'll make that scumbag pay..."

A deep, magnetic anger came through his voice.

When Liu Peng heard his brother-in-law's phone call, he panicked completely.

He knew his wife was a naive and innocent girl, always carefree and easygoing, but in reality, she was very kind to everyone around her, whether it was the housekeeper or the maid. She never had the heart to say a harsh word to anyone.

Over the years, they've argued, fought, and quarreled, but they've always handled it themselves. They've never taken it to Juan's brother's family. Once it gets to Juan's brother's side, it means the matter has become serious.

Juan didn't look at her scumbag husband and his mistress again. She put down her phone and instructed the maid to bring scissors, bandages, and iodine for disinfection.

Her hands, holding the scissors, were trembling. She looked at me with a very worried and heartbroken gaze and said, "Man, you've lost too much blood. The blood is sticking to your clothes. I'm so sorry."

"Don't move, bear the pain, I'll help you cut your clothes off and treat your wound..."

I gritted my teeth, my face pale from the pain in my teeth, but I still didn't utter a sound as I said, "Juan, I've said it before, I'll always remember how good you are to me, and I'll definitely repay you when it matters."

"Manga"

Juan kept crying.

She used scissors to cut open the clothes on my arm, revealing a bloody wound underneath. Sharp shards of porcelain from the vase had pierced through my fair skin and reached the bone, and blood was flowing out incessantly…

She bandaged my wound briefly, but the bleeding still wouldn't stop.

About 20 minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

A team of professional doctors lifted me into an ambulance and took me to the hospital emergency room.

Because I was going to have surgery, they gave me anesthesia, and I became dazed and unconscious.

I felt so sleepy, and I had a very long dream. In the dream, I saw President Jiang. He was still as handsome as ever, looking at me with concern and saying, "Man, why were you so foolish? Why were you so foolish as to use your own arm to shield someone else from injury? Was it worth it?"

"worth"

I struggled to speak, saying, "Juan is my best friend. I can't just stand by and watch something happen to my best friend."

Mr. Jiang looked at me for a long time by the bedside, then kissed my cheek. Tears streamed down my face as he said, "Take good care of yourself, Man. You must take good care of yourself... Wait for me..."

……

When I woke up again, it was after 9 a.m. the next day. My arm was so painful that I couldn't lift it, and it was wrapped in thick bandages.

When the doctor came to check on me, he removed the bandages and applied medicine. It hurt so much that my heart was breaking, and I gripped the bed sheet tightly with my fingers.

Juan sat by my bedside, following the doctor's instructions. She made me a light chicken soup and peeled the egg yolks, feeding me spoonful by spoonful.

The doctor said, "Fortunately, no bone was broken, so it's not a big problem. It just requires a few stitches. You should be able to be discharged in a week. Don't get the wound wet for a week, and try not to move the injured arm. The patient should rest well."

The nurses will come back to check on you on time. If there's anything wrong, just have the nurse come to my office.

I nodded.

The other person was a particularly handsome doctor, wearing a white coat, who looked to be in his thirties. The nurses at the hospital said he was a PhD, highly educated, and had considerable seniority at the hospital, despite looking young.

I remembered the attending physician's name was Xiao Shui, which is a very literary name.

He was very conscientious and responsible. Every day when he came to check on me, he would personally sit by my bedside, bend down, unwrap my bandages, and check the healing of my wounds...

Juan chattered on, "This is my best friend, she's incredibly loyal. She saved my life today, so she's like my own sister."