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I took my one-year-old son on a vacation, but a brake failure caused a severe car crash.
My son and I were rushed to the hospital's emergency room for surgery, but the blood bank was out of stock.
The doctor immediately contacted my husband, Brent.
He refused to donate blood for us, no matter what.
In the end, my son and I died on the operating table due to excessive blood loss.
Brent brought another woman and her child home.
He used my compensation to throw her a dream wedding, living happily ever after while trampling on the bones of my son and me.
I died with a heart full of hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the car accident.
This time, I'm going to make him pay for everything I've been through!

After I Died In the Er, I Went On a Killing Spree

"But I'm still on the highway right now, there's no way I can turn around. It'll take at least two hours to get there. Can't you start the surgery first?"


The doctor hadn't anticipated this situation and was momentarily stunned.


"That won't work. The hospital has its procedures. We absolutely can't do surgery without a family member's signature. Is there perhaps another relative of the patient nearby? His condition is very serious, we really can't wait any longer."


My voice took on a tearful tone, with a hint of trembling.


"What are we going to do? My husband is an orphan, he has no relatives at all! Please, I'm begging you, save him. Our child is only one year old!"


"I'm pleading with you, okay? Give me your account number, I'll transfer however much money you want. Just please, you have to save him! I'll turn around as soon as I get off the highway!"


My son, frightened by my panicked state, started crying loudly.


Chapter 6