After the divorce, my second-married military officer husband doted on me

"Doctor Lu, something bad has happened. The patient you treated for me tonight has become depressed and has climbed to the edge of the hospital roof.

She said her life was a mess now, she had no hope for the future, her face was beaten beyond recognition, and she didn't want to live anymore.

She couldn't contact her husband, and neither her in-laws nor her own family cared about her. The director was so anxious that he couldn't persuade her personally.

"The police couldn't do anything to her. I was scared to death."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yanting quickly stood up and said, "Let my dad find a way to calm her down. Just tell her that the hospital has a special medicine to treat her face, and her face will recover in a few days at most." Lu Yanting thought that the woman cared most about her face.

Doctor Zhang was stunned. "Special medicine!"

"But the hospital doesn't have any effective medicine. What if she finds out we lied to her and tries to commit suicide again in a few days?"

Lu Yanting gestured to Lu Ting to bring over the ointment Jiang Nuan had given her, "If I say there's one, there's one."

"Now do as I say. Get him down first."

Lu Ting received a look from her second brother and hurried back to the room to get the ointment that Jiang Nuan had given him.

Lu Yanting took the ointment and went out. His wife was worried that he couldn't handle it and hurriedly followed him, "Wait, I'll drive you. You can't drive in your current condition."

Lu Ting felt sorry for her second brother who had to work 24 hours and then go to the hospital.

"Mom, I want to go and see what's going on, too."

Her father is the director and is in charge of the entire hospital. If that woman really jumps off the building, her father will be in trouble.

Lu Ting's mother was also very worried.

The second son and his wife passed away, but she had to take care of her grandson, so someone had to stay at home.

Lu Ting can't go either.

She was almost scared to death when she and Ning Cailian had an accident before.

“No, the wound on your face hasn’t fully healed yet and you can’t go out.

Besides, it’s late at night. How can I feel safe if you, a girl, go out?

Your father and your second brother will be fine in the hospital."

Ning Cailian bit her lip and said, "I'll call my sister-in-law and ask her where she bought the ointment for us.

The woman was abused and must have many injuries on her body.

The ointment that Second Brother Lu just took away is definitely not enough for treatment."

Lu Ting's mother thought the same thing, "Yes, yes, you should call Nuannuan quickly.

Ask her where she bought this miraculous ointment?"

When Jiang Nuan received the call, she was stunned by the question, "Where did you buy the ointment?"

"What do you ask for this?"

If she could buy it, she would also like to buy it, but unfortunately she can’t buy it even if she has money!

The ointment was made by the old man himself.

Originally, the old man wanted to teach her, but too many things have happened recently, one after another, and she has no time to learn even if she wants to.

Ning Cailian told Jiang Nuan that a patient in the military hospital was about to jump off the building.

"Brother Lu took the ointment you gave to Sister Lu Ting, but the woman's injury was quite serious. One tube of ointment is definitely not enough."

Jiang Nuan felt a little insecure when she heard this, "The ointment was actually given by a miracle doctor.

But that person likes to travel around the world and has no fixed residence. I don’t know where he is now.”

The old man was fast asleep, and she really didn't know where he was hiding.

"But I still have a few tubes of ointment. I'm bringing them over to Second Brother Lu and asking him to use them on the patient first. If I have the chance to meet that miracle doctor in the future, I'll ask him for the recipe for the ointment."

It seems she has to figure out how to make the ointment herself.

You can't rely on the old man for everything.

This ointment is effective. If it can be mass-produced, it will benefit mankind.

So, Jiang Nuan told Gu Siheng her thoughts.

Gu Siheng agreed very much.

"It's a good idea, but it will make you very tired."

Jiang Nuan shook her head indifferently, "It's okay. My hard work can benefit more people, so it's worth it."

"Let's go save that female patient. She's been abused at home and wants to jump off the building. She's been driven to despair and has no motivation to live anymore."

Domestic violence!

What a familiar word.

……

Military hospital.

Lu Yanting rushed to the hospital and climbed to the top floor panting to find that Jiang Nuan and Gu Siheng were also a little surprised.

Why are these two people here too?

When did they come?

The female patient who was about to jump off the building continued to wander around the edge of the top floor and would fall down if she was not careful.

The police had already set up an air cushion below, but the floor was too high and everyone was still worried that they wouldn't be able to catch the woman if she jumped down.

Lu Yanting's father and the police chief were almost exhausted from talking, but the woman not only didn't come down, but she cried and laughed like crazy.

“What am I living for?

My natal family despises me, and my husband’s family despises me.

My husband abuses me.

My daughter also dislikes me.

My life is a joke, my life is a joke!"

In the dark night, the wind howled through the high-rise buildings of the military hospital. The woman who was being abused stood on the edge of the hospital's rooftop, swaying precariously.

Her hair was blown wildly by the strong wind and was messy on her tear-stained face.

The face that had been abused was red, swollen, and bruised, a horrible sight.

The old cotton-padded jacket she was wearing, which had been worn for who knows how many years and had turned white from washing, looked so thin in the cold wind. The corners of the jacket were constantly blown up by the wind, as if her fate was uncertain at the moment.

Downstairs, the police car lights flashed red and blue lights, and the crowd gathered like ants, making noisy discussions.

In this chaotic world, there is only dead silence in the eyes of women who are victims of domestic violence.

She could not see hope, nor the colors of the world, only the painful images that kept flashing in her mind.

The gloomy picture made her despair.

The mother-in-law cursed, "Look at you, you've been married for so long, but you can't even give birth to a son. You're full of money-losing stuff, you're such a useless thing!" The mother-in-law's sharp voice seemed to still echo in my ears.

Countless nights, she curled up in the small room, listening to her mother-in-law scolding her day after day. Every word was like a knife, piercing deeply into her heart.

Her father-in-law stood by and smoked coldly, occasionally making indirect accusations and sarcastic remarks. The undisguised disgust in his eyes chilled her heart.

After she got married, she was busy like a top every day, doing her best to take care of the whole family.

As a result, just because she didn't give birth to a son, everyone disliked her and hated her.

As for her mother's family, "I shouldn't have let you marry so far away. Now you've been wronged, and we can't help you. Don't come back and embarrass yourself!" Her mother's cold words were like frost on a cold night, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

My father said, "A daughter who is married off is like spilled water. From the moment you step out of the house, you have no connection with your parents' family."

And the husband who was supposed to spend her life with her pushed her into the abyss.

When he gave birth to his first daughter, he began to show disgust in his eyes.

When his second child was also a daughter, his true nature began to show.

For countless days and nights, my husband would beat me and kick me whenever they disagreed with me, and slap me in the face at any time.

She still remembers the first and countless times she was beaten.

The first time.

"Pa!" A loud slap made her see stars and she fell heavily to the ground.

I don't know how many times I was kicked. My husband's words were sharp and piercing, "Why are you a money-loser again? I married you to carry on the family line, not to give birth to a money-loser who wastes food!

I'm so unlucky that I married a good-for-nothing, money-loser like you."

The husband's face was ferocious, and there was no love in his eyes, only endless anger and disgust.

Repeated domestic violence left her body scarred and her heart broken.

The daughter cried and scolded her for being unlucky, asking her why she didn't give up and give birth to a son.

Scolding her would only result in them getting beaten.

Ah!

Giving birth to a son, if her husband is destined to have no children, is this something she can decide?

When she first started experiencing domestic violence, she reported it to the police, who gave her husband a few symbolic words of advice. But as it happened over and over again, the police would always use the excuse of family conflict to let her solve the problem herself.

The result was even more severe beating.

The poor woman stood on the edge of the attic, crying and laughing.

What I cry for is my tragic fate, and what I laugh at is this absurd life.

She looked at the bottomless ground below and thought that if she took one step forward, all the pain would end.

At this moment, Jiang Nuan approached cautiously, "Li Mei, don't be silly, it's not worth dying.

I know you are in pain now and you feel like the world has abandoned you.

But I want to tell you.

No, there are still people who love you in this world.

The husband’s family, the parents’ family, and the children are not the end.

As long as you are willing to let go of the past, there is still a lot of love in this world waiting for you to discover." Jiang Nuan learned the patient's name from Uncle Lu and carefully advised her not to commit suicide.

The woman's experience reminded her of her past life.

She lived like this in her previous life.

No one in her husband's family or her own family loved her.

Countless domestic violence incidents made her want to end her life many times.

But because I am unwilling to live in humiliation.

Li Mei heard the voice, turned her head, and looked at Jiang Nuan with empty eyes, as if wondering why someone could understand her pain.

Once upon a time, everyone around her said that she deserved it, saying that she had chosen this path herself and would finish it even if she had to kneel.

Seeing her eyes relax, Jiang Nuan continued to persuade her, "I was once pushed to a desperate situation by life and felt like a loser.

But when I was standing on that brink of life and death, it suddenly occurred to me that there were so many wonderful things I had not yet experienced.

I can not be reconciled.

My life is still young, why should I give up my life just because of a little unwillingness?

My death will have no impact on those who don’t love me. Instead, they will applaud and forget about me in no time.

But if I dare to fight against fate and dare not be bullied, when I emerge as a butterfly one day, my life will be completely different.

Like the first blooming flower in spring, the gentle breeze in the summer evening, and those people I have never met but who may be my soul mates.”

“The world is so big. As long as you try to take a step forward, you will find that the scenery along the way is beautiful. The bad experiences in the past are just a part of life…”

"..."

Li Mei's lips trembled slightly when she heard this, and she uttered a weak voice: "But, I have no reason to live anymore.

They don’t want me anymore.”

Jiang Nuan slowly approached, extended her hand, and gently persuaded, "No, you have a reason to live, for yourself.

You are unique, and as long as you are alive, your life has infinite possibilities.

The words and actions of those who hurt you do not define you.

You deserve happiness, and you deserve to love and be loved.”

"Happiness and love!"

"Do I still have a chance?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Li Mei's eyes.

Jiang Nuan saw hope and continued, "Yes, you definitely still have a chance.

If you don’t believe it, come down and I will take you to see the world, a different and wonderful world.

As long as you don't mind.

I will always be with you, you can treat me as your friend and your relative.

A vent for your grievances.

You can also treat my family as friends or relatives.

They are all easy to get along with and will make you feel alive if you let them.

Let you feel the warmth of the world, let you feel that life is not just about giving, you can also enjoy being loved.

We help you regain the courage to live.

Look at these people behind me and downstairs.

They are all people who love you and hope that you cherish your life.

We all hope that you can survive, start over, and live a different life.

As long as you don't give up, it's never too late to start over. Everything you want is possible in the future."

Li Mei's eyes changed from hesitation to anticipation.

With tears in his eyes and a look of expectation, he asked, "Really?"

"They will all accept me?"

After so many years, she has forgotten what it feels like to be recognized.

But at this moment, the beautiful girl in front of her told her that there were still people who wanted her to live.

The gentle voice passed through her heart like a feather, making her want to grab it.

"Yes." As Jiang Nuan nodded, everyone behind her said loudly, "Yes."

"We all want you to live."

“I hope you are happy and don’t give up on life.

You only have one life. If you have the courage to face death, what fear do you have in living? " The voice was not loud, but she felt it was deafening.

Those few simple words lingered in her mind more clearly than a song.

"What's there to be afraid of while living?" Li Mei murmured to herself. These few simple words impacted her heart, like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

It turns out that apart from her extremely bad husband's family and her own family, there are so many people who want her to be alive.

While she was stunned, Jiang Nuan quickly grabbed her hand and stepped back, then easily grabbed her waist, spun her around, and carried her down from the edge of the roof.

Li Mei was rescued and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Lu Ting’s father.

He covered his heart, which was almost frightened to death, and walked to Jiang Nuan.

"Thank God!"

"Thank you, Nuannuan, you have done a great job today.

"If you and Ah Heng hadn't come, I wouldn't know how to persuade her today."

Jiang Nuan knew that Li Mei was insecure, so she held her hand tightly. "Don't be afraid. Everyone here is kind-hearted. The dean has spent his entire life saving lives. You're hospitalized under his jurisdiction, and he wants you to recover sooner than anyone else."

Dean Lu nodded, "Nuannuan is right, Comrade Li Mei, don't joke with your life anymore."

Li Mei felt ashamed for causing so much trouble to the dean tonight.

"I'm sorry, I won't be stupid again.

Thank you for giving me a chance to be reborn.

I will cherish my life and work hard to start a new life."

Dean Lu was very relieved. "I'm glad you figured it out. Go back to the ward. It's cold and windy outside. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Be careful not to catch a cold!

His few words made Li Mei's tears roll down instantly.

It turns out that there is still love in this world.

You can feel the simple concern with just a casual word.

In the past, she was really too superficial and naively defined care as a group of people who could not be warmed.

Never again!

……

The next day, at dawn, the cleaning lady at the military hospital was cleaning as usual.

The aunt in charge of Ye Lan's ward finished cleaning and was about to leave the ward when Ye Lan suddenly turned over and walked behind her. She ignored the pain from her wounds and knocked her unconscious. Then she changed into cleaning clothes, a mask, a hat, and shoes...