For the sake of my husband’s "safety," I booked the earliest flight back and rushed to the hospital.
The doctor had just come out of the operating room and said seriously when he saw me, "Are you Mr. Ethan Malone’s family?"
I nodded.
"Mr. Ethan is in very bad condition. It was a very unusual situation and the surgery was extremely difficult."
Without hesitation, I replied, “Cut it off.”
The doctor’s face twitched beneath his mask, “What?”
I blinked innocently, “I mean it. Just go ahead.”
I added, " There’s no need to worry, Doc. He had a vasectomy years ago—no point keeping it."
His expression froze. “We’ll do everything we can with the surgery. Please sign here.”
I sat back, waiting leisurely.
Five hours later, after an intense operation, the doctors finally managed to separate the two of them. Ethan was no longer in critical condition.
The doctor looked at me, full of regret. “Unfortunately, it could no longer be used.”
I sighed dramatically, "Oh, what a pity."
After saying that, I left the hospital and called my best friend.
"Finally made up your mind, huh?"
With her smoky eye makeup and mocking grin, the woman in front of me eyed me curiously. I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.