Chapter 1 — 6.6 The Ultimate Bad Thing Of A Marriage

Card Only 6.6 Yuan Left, I Directly Cancel My Husband's Surgery Voucher My husband was hospitalized and needed to pay a deposit for surgery. I went to the bank to withdraw money, the screen showed the balance on the card: 6.6 yuan. At first I thought the machine was defective. But after checking the transaction history, I discovered: 900,000 yuan, divided into three times, had been transferred to his sister. Standing in the middle of the hospital hallway, I called my husband.

"Where's the money?"

He stammered:

"My sister still lacks some money to fix the house. You should think of a way to manage it first, wait until I get home and then figure it out."

I hung up. Then turn to tell the doctor:

"No more hospitalizations. We have no savings left."

The man lying on the hospital bed immediately went crazy and rushed out to grab me.

"Lin Van! Do you want to see me die?"

I laughed.

"900,000 yuan was given to your sister. Go and claim her."

When her mother-in-law heard the news, she rushed over. The first sentence she said made me completely lose hope. The doctor stood in front of me.

"The patient has acute cholecystitis, requiring immediate surgery."

"If this continues for too long, it will be very dangerous. Family members should quickly complete hospitalization procedures."

I nodded.

"Yes, I'll go pay now."

Tham Nghien lies on the hospital bed. The pain was so painful that his face turned white and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. I took his health insurance card and my bank card and went to the toll counter. Nurse announced:

"The deposit is 12,000 yuan. You may have to pay more later."

Then pass the card through the door. A few seconds later. The nurse pushed the card back.

“Miss, the balance is not enough.”

I was stunned.

"How is that possible?"

It is a joint savings card for the couple. My salary, Tham Nghien's salary, are mostly deposited there. Last month I even checked. There are still more than 900,000 yuan left in the account. That was the deposit for the small apartment we had prepared. It is also the support that I have been saving for seven years to accumulate little by little.

"Can you check again for me? Is the machine faulty?"

The nurse took one look at me, then swiped the card again.

"It's really not enough. Should you change to another card?"

"How much is left in the account?"

The nurse reads out a number. I took the card and stood there stunned for a few seconds. The people behind in line began to get impatient.

"If you can't close it, then step aside, someone else is waiting."

I backed away towards the self-service machine. Enter password. Balance lookup. On the screen, the dazzling series of numbers stood still. I open the transaction details. Three money transfers. All done last night. First time: 300,000 yuan. Second time: 300,000 yuan. Third time: 300,000 yuan. The recipient's name... It's the name I've seen for the past seven years. Tham Nghien's younger sister. Also my sister-in-law. I stood in the middle of a noisy and chaotic hospital hallway. There was someone crying next to me. Someone argued. Someone grabbed their child and ran quickly. Only I felt like someone had drowned me in a cold ice hole. Not even a scream could come out. 900,000 yuan. Not a word of discussion. No prior message. I am his wife. But it wasn't until my husband needed surgery that I realized there was only 6.6 yuan left in the house. I took out my phone. Click to call Tham Nghien. The other end of the line quickly picked up the phone. His voice was weak.

"Van Van, are you done with the procedures? Mr It hurts so much, I can't bear it anymore."

I tried to keep my voice calm.

"Where's the money?"

The other side immediately fell silent. A few seconds later. He hummed:

"What money?"

I laughed softly.

"Where did the 900,000 yuan on the card... go?"

He was silent again. I heard him take a deep breath on the other end of the line, accompanied by the rustling sound of the bed sheets.

"Van Van, don't be impatient."

"My sister's apartment is being renovated. Mom said she's about to get married and can't let the groom's family look down on her."

"It's only borrowed temporarily, it will be returned in a while."

In the middle of the night, I divided 900,000 yuan into three installments, called a temporary loan? I can even imagine that scene. He hid in the bathroom, one side told me that he had to work late and the other side entered the transfer confirmation code. Tham Nghien continued:

"I'll think of a way to manage it first. Ask my friend who opened a shop to borrow some money, so I can do the surgery first."

"Wait until I get better, I will explain to you."

"Van Van, husband and wife, don't be too calculating."

I hung up. Hearing any more, I was afraid I would burst out laughing right in the middle of the hospital. Holding the card with only 6.6 yuan remaining, I returned to the treatment area. The doctor walked over and asked:

"Is the procedure done yet? You can prepare for surgery."

I looked at him.

"Doctor, we are not hospitalized anymore."

"My family has no savings left."

The door to the hospital room opened. Tham Nghien grabbed the wall and rushed out, grabbing my arm tightly.

"Lam Van, are you crazy?"

"Do you want to watch me die?"

I looked at him. The smile on his lips was so stiff that it was almost numb.

"Want to watch me die?"

"900,000 yuan was given to my sister. Go find her and get the money to save your life."

Tham Nghien's hand still held tightly on my arm. It was so painful that he had to bend over, but his face was filled with indignation because he felt insulted.

"Lam Van, that's my biological sister."

"She only gets married once in her entire life."

"So the money I've been saving for seven years, of course I have to use it to tile and build cabinets for it?"

"Don't speak so harshly."

He gritted his teeth.

"It's also our family's money."

"Our family?"

I put the phone in front of him.

"How much salary I receive each month, don't you know?"

"For the past two years, you've always said the company's business is difficult. How many times have you transferred money to a joint card?"

Tham Nghien's face immediately changed.

"Now you want to settle accounts with me?"