After My Death, My Wife Discovers Her Life-Saving Hero Wasn't Her First Love, But Me

Chapter 8

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Mia drove the car into the restaurant and ordered a few dishes according to Jason's taste.

Midway through the meal, Mia seemed to be feeling unwell, constantly frowning and rubbing her temples.

Jason noticed and asked with concern:

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Mia nodded, "I feel a bit dizzy."

They hurriedly ate a few more bites, and Jason called a designated driver to take Mia and himself home.

When Mia got home and took her temperature, it was 101.3°F. She looked very uncomfortable. Because Jason had insisted on eating in the afternoon, and tomorrow was a workday, she had a pile of documents on her computer that she needed to work overtime to process.

I saw her open the refrigerator, take out a large bottle of ice-cold mineral water, and gulp down several mouthfuls. She shook her dizzy head, took a Tylenol, and then opened her computer to start working overtime.

During this time, Jason kept calling and messaging her to chat. She could only respond while working.

By the time she closed her computer, it was late at night. She was covered in cold sweat, curled up on the sofa clutching her stomach in pain. I saw her scroll to my contact in her phone, hesitate for a long time without pressing call, then switch to the dialer and call 911. She was taken to the hospital alone.

Fever plus acute gastroenteritis. The doctor urgently put her on an IV and prescribed medication. Because it was late at night and no caregiver could be found, she had to pay the fees, buy hospital gowns, and get medication herself once her condition slightly improved.

After everything settled, she lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, silently shedding a few tears.

They say the highest level of loneliness is going to the hospital alone. I don't know what she was thinking at that moment, but she looked very helpless and pitiful.

It would be best if she died from the pain, I smirked coldly to myself. In the past, when Mia was sick, I would always be heartbroken, taking care of her attentively, waiting on her hand and foot. But for her current state, I no longer had any feelings.