My Wife's Betrayal, My Gift

As my pregnant wife was wheeled into the delivery room, I calmly opened a mobile game.

Moments later, the attending physician burst out, his face pale with panic.

"Dr. Eddie, your wife is experiencing an amniotic fluid embolism! You’re the only one here qualified to handle this. Come with me now!"

His voice trembled with urgency as he looked at me, desperation written across his face.

After all, I was the only doctor in the province who had successfully treated a patient with an amniotic fluid embolism.

Without even glancing up from my screen, I replied calmly, "She’s my wife. According to hospital regulations, I can’t operate on her."

At that moment, my mother-in-law, Margareth Johanssen, collapsed to her knees, her voice choked with tears.

"Eddie, I’m begging you! Please save Susan! She’s there, giving birth to your child!"

She clutched at me, her trembling hands trying to pull me up. I sidestepped her grasp, lifting my right hand to reveal a swollen and bloodied wrist.

A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Unfortunately, I tore a tendon earlier today. I can’t even hold a scalpel."

Bright red blood dripped from the jagged wound, vivid and shocking.

Susan’s parents froze, their faces draining of color.

Margareth’s lips quivered as she stammered, "Eddie, you’re a doctor. How could you… how could you injure yourself like this? You’re not… faking it, are you? Did you just smear some fake blood to avoid responsibility?"

Her suspicion was understandable. After all, the hospital strictly forbade doctors from operating on immediate family members.

And my position at the provincial hospital had been hard-won after years of relentless effort.

In response, I calmly extended my wrist toward her.

The deep, raw gash was unmistakably real, the wound splitting flesh to reveal the bone beneath.

Margareth leaned in closer. Her face twisted in anguish as she let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"You—you really can’t operate now… What’s going to happen to Susan?"

Her voice broke and tears streamed down her face.

"My daughter… my poor daughter! She carried your child for ten months and now you’re just going to let her die?!"

She collapsed further, pounding her fists against the ground as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Her despair was so raw that even passersby stopped to watch, their faces filled with pity and sorrow.

But I merely smiled, my tone indifferent.

"If that’s Susan’s fate, then so be it."

With that, I lowered my head and focused back on my phone screen. My hero character crouched in the in-game grass, waiting to ambush an unsuspecting enemy.

The match wasn’t going well—my teammates had been underperforming during the brief distraction.

I frowned, my eyes narrowing as I tapped furiously on the screen.

Seeing my cold demeanor, Susan’s father, Anthony Johanssen staggered as if struck. His face turned ashen and his large frame trembled uncontrollably.

A simple, honest man by nature, Anthony Johanssen had never lowered his pride for anyone.

Yet, for the sake of his daughter, he dropped to his knees with a resounding thud.

The middle-aged man, his shoulders hunched in defeat, spoke through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Eddie … I’m begging you. Please… save Susan."

"She’s your wife! She’s risking her life to bring your child into this world. You can’t just stand here and do nothing!"

"If your hand’s injured and you can’t hold a scalpel, then at least… at least guide the other doctors! Tell them what medicine to use!"

His pleas echoed through the hallway, leaving the onlookers visibly shaken.

Even a few young women in the crowd couldn’t hold back their tears, the sight of this grieving father moving them beyond words.