Chapter 18 — Being Slagged by My Mother-in-Law in the Crowd, I Turned to Sell the House

He doesn't understand either. But the Chinese agreement was at the top... Each word was like a red-hot iron bar, fiercely burning his eyes. The title is:

“Agreement to Voluntarily Give Up Citizenship and Permanently Leave the Territory.”

The terms below are simple. And full of humiliation. Party A: On Tinh. Party B: Giang Ha. Party B voluntarily renounces Chinese nationality. Party B commits that after receiving medical aid provided by Party A, it will immediately leave Chinese territory and will not return for the rest of its life under any reason or form. If violated, Party B will have to refund all medical expenses to Party A, and at the same time pay compensation for breach of contract up to 100,000,000 yuan. At the end of the agreement... is the signature box. In place of side A is the name of Wen Qing. Those two words are generous and strong. Arrogant freedom. It's like he's coldly mocking his pathetic and humiliating state right now. Giang Ha stared at the agreement. The whole person began to tremble violently. He wanted to laugh. I want to tear up this piece of paper and throw it hard at the face of the man in front of me. I want to tell him... Giang Ha, even if he dies, he will not accept this humiliating alms! The intense pain in the liver came like a tsunami at that moment. The fear of death was like a cold hand squeezing his throat. He doesn't want to die. Really don't want to die. He wants to live. Even if I have to live like a dog, wagging my tail and begging, I still want to live. The man's cold voice sounded like a death sentence. He bent down and prepared to retrieve the file. Giang Ha shouted hoarsely. He raised his head. His once handsome face was now covered in dirt, tears and snot. The man took out a Montblanc pen from his pocket and threw it down in front of him. Giang Ha was like a drowning person who grabbed a straw to save his life, clutching the pen in his hand. He crawled on the cold ground. Use your last remaining bit of dignity. Trembling and writhing, he signed his name in the position on side B.

“Giang Ha.”

The moment the last stroke of the pen fell... The moment Giang Ha signed his name... He seemed to hear the sound of his soul breaking. From the moment Giang Ha put pen to paper and signed. His life... No longer belongs to him. The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses took back the agreement and the pen. Don't say any more words. Just gently snap your fingers. A black ambulance with a special license plate quietly slid under the bridge. Two medical staff wearing sterile clothes stepped out of the car, quickly moved the exhausted Giang Ha onto a stretcher and then moved inside. The whole process was cold and efficient. It's like transporting an inanimate item. Giang Ha lay in the ambulance, looking through the glass window for the last time at the city she had lived in for more than thirty years. High-rise buildings close together. Busy traffic flow. It was so clearly familiar... But in that moment it became extremely strange. He knows. I will leave this place forever. No goodbyes. No relatives. There is no longer any attachment. His life is like a movie with the ending forced out. From now on... There will no longer be any connection with this land. The next half month for Giang Ha was like a strange dream full of mixed light chaos. He was admitted to a high-end private hospital that does not accept outside visitors. The doctors and nurses here all speak a language he doesn't understand. But what he received… Was the highest level of medical care. Full body check. Preoperative nursing. Nutritional meals. Everything is arranged perfectly without any errors. He didn't even need to say a word. Just like a puppet… Coordinate the entire process. The surgery was extremely successful. When he woke up from the anesthesia, feeling his new healthy liver working in his body... He did not feel the joy of being reborn. But I just feel a huge void and sadness that goes deep into my bones. He used his nationality. Use your self-esteem. Using my past... In exchange for this healthy organ. That transaction... He didn't know whether it was a profit or a loss. The body recovers very quickly. On the day he can get out of bed and walk. Several foreigners wearing neat suits carrying stacks of documents walked into the hospital room. They are Ecuadorian immigration officers. With the assistance of a translator, Giang Ha dumbfoundedly signed her name on one document after another. Declaration of renunciation of nationality. Application for naturalization. Even he himself doesn't remember how many documents he signed. He just knew… When he signed the last stroke. The dark red Chinese passport in his hand was confiscated on the spot and a corner was cut off. Instead... It was an unfamiliar blue passport belonging to another country. The person in the photo is him. But the name was a string of Spanish that even he couldn't read.

“Giang Ha”…

That name in legal terms... Is dead. Hospital discharge date.