I'm Sorry, My Husband Was Suddenly Hospitalized with Acute Myocardial Infarction; Updates Suspended

I'm so grateful that I can still type the words "hospitalized."

At ten last night, I passed by his study and saw him drenched in cold sweat, saying that his chest felt tight. On the way to the hospital, I watched his complexion change within just a few minutes. His lips turned pale, cold sweat poured from his body, and both arms hung weakly at his sides. As soon as we arrived at the emergency room, he was sent straight to the resuscitation room. When the doctor said the words "acute myocardial infarction," I panicked.

"Where's the family? Is it just you? No, you can't handle this alone. The cards? This is a bank card. Where's the medical card?"

"I can't find it. Doctor, let me calm down for a moment. Let me calm down. I'll calm down and find it for you."

"Let me calm down." I had never imagined that this man, who weighed over a hundred kilograms, would one day lie helplessly on the resuscitation bed in front of me. But how could I calm down? As a pharmacy graduate, I understood perfectly that the words "acute myocardial infarction" meant I was fighting Death for my husband.

Suddenly, my husband jerked his neck up. His eyes bulged, his face turned purplish, and his clenched fists flailed wildly in the air. Ventricular fibrillation! As I watched the doctors rush to resuscitate him, I broke down completely. I shouted at the doctors, "I trust you completely! I'm entrusting my husband to you! I'm sorry for the trouble, I'm sorry for the trouble!" At that moment, I truly wanted to kneel before them. A kind security guard pulled me outside. "You won't be able to take it. Don't watch..."

The doctor brought me a "Critical Illness Notice" to sign. I