My Wife Drew My Blood For Her Lover

Synopsis

My wife was a hematologist. Obsessively, she collected blood samples from everyone in the city, determined to perform a full-body blood replacement for her first love, Amir, who was terminally ill. I was tied up, stuffed into a sack, struggling desperately. Amir weakly cried out, "He's so strong. I can't hold him down." Upon hearing this, my wife grabbed a shovel from the ground and relentlessly smashed my head, blow after blow. "Good thing it's you. He stopped struggling when he saw you." Later, Amir wanted another blood replacement. This time, she completely broke down.