Chapter 1

The hospital had limited parking, so to make dialysis treatments more convenient, I rented an exclusive parking spot near the hospital at a premium price.

But my wife's childhood sweetheart always came crying to me on rainy days, begging me to give up my spot, saying his asthma meant he couldn't get wet in the rain.

I refused:

"There's a public parking lot right next door. It's just a few extra steps. Why do you need to take mine?"

When my wife found out, she was furious:

"Can't you be a little more compassionate? His asthma attack almost killed him on the road!"

I was confused:

"He has a car but won't use it. He insists on getting soaked to steal my parking spot, and that's somehow my fault? Besides, it's an exclusive spot. I paid for it. First come, first served."

My wife fell silent: "I'm sorry. I was too worried."

For the next few months, she drove me back and forth without fail, rain or shine.

But on the day I needed emergency treatment for acute kidney failure, she drove me around for three hours, deliberately missing the optimal treatment window.

On the hospital's big screen, she stood embracing her childhood sweetheart with a cold smile:

"Didn't you say first come, first served? Well, there's no dialysis bed available now. Let's see how long your life has to wait in line."