After breakfast, I took Lucky downstairs for a walk. The little fellow had already grown quite a bit, and going to the bathroom inside the room was not ideal. Once the little one had taken care of business, I sent him back home and with my meal box in hand, I floored the gas pedal and headed straight for the hospital.
Before I even got inside, I saw a lot of people gathered downstairs. I was taken aback, a bad feeling washed over me, and I hurried over, only to hear the people gossiping.
"Oh my, this girl is so pretty, why would she think of doing such a thing?"
"It's hard to say, maybe she just wants to be famous. If she really wanted to die, she wouldn't need to go through all this trouble, right?"
"Exactly, if you ask me, she's just here to gain some attention."
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Hearing their words, my face couldn't have become darker; these people really had no idea how their actions could drive someone into such a predicament.
