As I had expected, Thomas had an accident and hurt himself while climbing the mountain.
On my way to the hospital, I called my cousin, Alex, dozens of times and sent a few more messages.
When I arrived at the hospital, Thomas had already woken up, but he was in a bad condition.
The doctor asked me to persuade Thomas to agree to amputation, but Thomas couldn't accept the fact and made a scene.
"Who does she think she is to make the decision for me? I said I won't have the operation!"
In my previous life, his situation was urgent. I tried my best to persuade him to abandon his leg and save his life. I signed the agreement for him and undertook the risk of his operation.
"Uncle Thomas, listen to the doctor and sign. What if the condition worsens?" I tried to persuade.
But Thomas shouted, "Shut up, you jinx! I'm fine!"
"Uncle Thomas, stop being willful. If something bad really happens, you'll blame me again!"
I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely.
As expected, he roared violently, "Let me put it this way. It's none of your business whether something bad happens or not! You'd better pay the medical expenses for me instead of wasting our breath!"