Blind Sight: The Surgeon's Retribution

Summary

The day my husband's diagnosis report came out, we ran into each other at the hospital.

He was there to buy medicine for a female coworker suffering from menstrual cramps, holding several boxes of tampons in his hand.

He asked me, "Is it really okay for unmarried girls to use tampons?"

Worried she might develop a dependency on painkillers, he insisted I use my connections to get her an appointment with a top specialist.

In the span of an hour, he mentioned his coworker's name hundreds of times.