The doctor's pen dropped to the ground with a "clack."
The doctor, over fifty years old, had never seen a young girl wanting to sleep with a vegetable. She lifted her head and pushed up her glasses, "Little girl, you're joking, right?"
Su Xiaoli shook her head, seriously saying, "I'm not joking."
"My husband is in a vegetative state and I married him for luck."
"But it's been four days since our marriage, and there's still no reaction from him, so I think my attempt at bringing luck has failed."
She bowed her head, like a child who had done something wrong, earnestly analyzing the reason for her failure, "I think, maybe it's because he and I haven't taken the final step."
"Although I know that even if he and I do take the final step, he may still not wake up, after all, this idea of marrying for luck is just feudal superstition."
"But I'm still willing to give it a try."
The elderly doctor felt her worldview being challenged.
