Linda didn't listen at all. "Who knows what you did to avoid donating? Maybe you even bribed the people in the examination room." Linda thought I bribed the medical staff to alter the report.
I defended myself, "No, Linda, I had surgery when I was a child, I already donated one heart."
"Enough, Herbert, it's just to save your brother, why are you so stubborn?" Linda directly cut me off.
"I'm not lying, my heart is in you," I pleaded.
Linda didn't listen to a word I said and walked straight to my brother's prep room. At this time, the other doctors in the prep room also froze.
Then someone spoke, "Talking about love at a time like this is disgusting."
"Your brother is on the verge of death and you are here telling disgusting love stories to your sister-in-law."
Only our families knew about my marriage to Linda. None of Linda's colleagues knew me.
Since Linda handled all of my brother's hospitalization procedures, everyone in the department thought my older brother was her husband. And Linda never explained.
"Exactly, instead of saving your brother, you're seducing your sister-in-law."
"It's a waste for your heart to stay in your body."