Initially, he thought he could live a peaceful life with a loving family, a warm home with his wife and children.
But who would have expected the blows to come so quickly?
He found it hard to part with either his wife or his child.
If possible, he would rather die in place of his wife!
Just when his heart was pierced with grief and he couldn't make a decision.
"Save the child..."
A voice, extremely weak yet incredibly resolute, came from the operating table.
On the operating table.
A woman with ordinary looks but gentle features struggled to look at the man, a slightly apologetic smile on her face.
"If I'm not here anymore, please take care of our child on your own from now on..."
Then.
The doors to the operating room closed.
Accompanied by a loud cry.
A baby was born.
But the electrocardiogram beside the bed ultimately turned into a straight line.
The middle-aged man slumped to the ground, covering his face with his hand, sobbing uncontrollably.
