My Wife Used Me as a Crash Test Dummy

The day after I bought my new car, the brakes failed catastrophically. I was violently thrown from the vehicle, lying on the ground barely clinging to life.

My wife, Sienna, rushed to the scene after getting the news. But the first thing she did was snatch the dash cam, completely ignoring my agonizing pleas for help.

I was rushed to the hospital, fighting for my life for days, with one critical condition notice after another.

During this time, Sienna vanished as if she'd evaporated into thin air. She was nowhere to be seen.

Later, doctors confirmed permanent nerve damage. I would spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, reliant on medication.

It was then that I learned Sienna's beloved crush, Quentin, had won an award for his thesis on brake technology improvement.

And I was his so-called "test subject"!

The hospital contacted Sienna to inform her of my condition, but she coldly retorted, "Tell him to stop faking it. Quentin's experiment is perfectly safe; he's probably just scraped his knee!"

After years of marriage, my wife, Sienna, gave me my first truly expensive gift a cutting-edge concept car, worth a fortune.

Who knew that the very next day, on a winding road, the brakes would fail? No matter what I did, I couldn't stop it from accelerating wildly.

To avoid hitting innocent people, I had no choice but to swerve hard and crash into the mountainside.

Just as I was about to hit, Sienna called. I answered, and with a heavy heart, said goodbye to her.

"Where are you?!" she cried, frantic.

At the time, I was relieved, thinking she was worried about my safety. But later, I realized that wasn't it at all.

I told her the address. The moment I finished the last word, the car slammed into the mountain, and I was thrown out.

Luckily, there was a dense thicket of bushes nearby. With something to cushion the impact, I didn't hit the mountainside directly.

But I heard the sound of my entire body's joints shattering.

A gash on my head bled profusely, obscuring my vision.

I couldnt see what was happening in front of me, only feeling a car pull up on this rarely traveled road.

I cried for help, a weak whisper of "Help me!"

That's when I saw a familiar figure.

It was my wife, Sienna.

But after getting out of the car, she walked straight towards my vehicle, which was already starting to smoke.

I thought she was coming to save me. I was even worried about her safety, desperately throwing pebbles, afraid the car would explode.

But she stubbornly pried open the car door with a tool and got in.

At that moment, my tears and blood mixed, and seeing her actions, I assumed she was trying to rescue me.

However, after she retrieved the dash cam, she walked over and glanced at me.

In that instant, her eyes were chillingly indifferent.

"Sienna! Save me save me"

She merely said to me, coldly, "Quentin's waiting for the brake test results. I don't have time to help you. You won't die anyway, just bear with it."

Then, her car drove off.

And on that remote mountain road, it was a full half-hour before anyone discovered me.

By the time I was rushed to the hospital, my brain had been deprived of blood for a long time, and I had broken bones and fractures throughout my entire body.

The doctor urgently called out, asking if there were any family members.

"Family! Quickly notify his family, his condition is too severe, it's very likely he won't make it."

A young nurse frantically searched through my belongings for any contact information. She unlocked my phone with my fingerprint and found the top-pinned contact.

She dialed.

That familiar voice answered, and after less than thirty seconds, she just snapped, "Aren't you annoying? I told you I'm busy. Go home by yourself after the hospital, don't bother me."

The call was hung up.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances

The young nurse dialed again, but the call was immediately disconnected.

I don't know how it was eventually resolved, but until I was wheeled into the operating room, I never saw Sienna.

"This patient is so unfortunate. How many days has he been hospitalized? He's been resuscitated several times, but there's not a single family member here."

"The hospital even covered his medical expenses."

"Poor guy. They say he's facing paralysis; his nerves are damaged."

The nurse spoke as she changed my dressing.

My body was almost entirely fitted with steel pins to fix the shattered bones, and I couldnt move at all.

I could even smell a gradually unpleasant odor coming from myself.

The nurse patiently helped me change my adult diaper. I nodded, wanting to thank her, but the words wouldn't come out.

The young nurse quickly said, "Don't talk, don't strain your wounds. Don't be embarrassed, we're all taking care of everyone in this critical care ward. I'll be happy as long as you recover and get discharged."

She smiled and left.

It was visiting hours for the critical care ward.

Family members outside walked in an orderly fashion.

Almost every room had a family member accompanying the patient, except mine.

The head nurse watched from a distance, and I heard her ask the nurse, "His parents are apparently gone, and he only has a wife. You said for so many days, we couldn't even reach her."

"We finally got through, but she kept hanging up."

By now, I couldn't shed another tear.

My entire body ached to death.

Just then, my test results came back.

The doctor walked over with a grave expression. "Mr. Jiang, I have some bad news for you."

My eyes were fixed on the doctor. I had already guessed, but couldn't quite believe it.

When she personally said there was an eighty percent chance of permanent nerve damage, rendering me unable to walk and requiring lifelong medication and a wheelchair, I broke down.

"We still need to call your wife to inform her; this is a very serious matter."

She personally dialed Sienna's number on her own phone.

The moment the call connected, it wasn't Sienna's voice that answered.

"Is that brother-in-law? I won an award today, and Sienna threw a party for me. She drank too much, so she's not coming home. She's resting at my place. Don't call anymore, Sienna says you annoy her."

He chuckled after saying that. "Goodnight, brother-in-law. Get some sleep, don't get yourself worked up."

The instant he hung up, the head nurse was already cursing under her breath.

I tried to move my fingers, to tell them there was one more person they could contact.

They finally noticed when I knocked the medicine box beside my bed onto the floor.

They handed me my phone.

I laboriously slid my finger, found that number, and as the head nurse dialed, my body trembled uncontrollably.

I didn't know if she would still answer my call, or if she even remembered me.

"What's wrong?"

A voice answered. The head nurse skillfully explained the situation.

The other party immediately sounded anxious. "Thank you so much. I'll buy the next available flight and try to arrive by midnight."

The moment the call ended, my heart finally settled.

Until midnight, the head nurse and the nurse taking care of me waited for that person.

But after a long wait, no one appeared.

Just when I thought I was going to be abandoned again, someone rushed in, looking disheveled.

"Hello! I'm Jean, Ethan's sister. How is he doing now?"

The head nurse, seeing her striking resemblance to me, quickly said, "Not well. He's inside. We'll take you in."

The moment my sister saw me, her eyes turned red.

For twenty whole years, after our parents divorced, I hadn't seen my sister.

Even when our parents passed away, we each handled our own funerals.

The first time she called me was when I got married. She prepared a lavish dowry for me but didn't attend the wedding.

I once thought she didn't want to acknowledge me as her brother.

But I never expected her to rush here by plane from out of town when I was injured and close to death.

"Where's his wife?"

When Jean asked that question, everyone present fell silent.

Until the head nurse, with a voice full of indignation, said, "Even when we reached her, she wouldn't come. She thought the patient was faking it"

My sister didn't speak, but her clenched fists and trembling body told me of her anger.

That night, she signed countless critical condition notices, watching me being resuscitated again and again, powerless, she could only press her face against the glass window.

The last time I was wheeled out of the operating room, she stared at me for a long time.

"It's okay. Sister has money. I'll do everything I can to cure you."

My sister ran up and down, contacting the best doctors for me, arranging expert consultations, and even preparing to sell her house to pay for my treatment.

That night, I experienced multi-organ failure, leading to a massive emergency resuscitation by the entire department.

After twelve hours of surgery, I saw my wife, Sienna, for the first time.

She walked past me, arm-in-arm with Quentin. Quentin even glanced at me and said, "He's practically dead, isn't he? Still trying to save him?"

Sienna tugged at him, quickly covering his eyes. "Don't look at such unpleasant things, it'll affect you. Right now, what's important is getting Ethan's injury data to complete your report."

"You're the best, Senior Sister! If you hadn't volunteered to let your husband be my data test subject, I might not have graduated with my doctorate."

Data test subject?

When I was wheeled into the critical care ward, Sienna was asking the nurse about my room.

"The one admitted for a car accident, Ethan Jiang. His injuries shouldn't be serious. Which room is he in?"

The nurse glanced at her.

"Are you the patient's...?"

"I'm his wife..."

As her words fell, the nurse pointed to me, who had just come out of a 12-hour surgery. "That's him... the one just out of surgery, that's your husband."

"What?!"

She looked utterly incredulous.

The facts were undeniable, yet Quentin put his arm around my wife and said, "Is brother-in-law really faking it so convincingly?"

Sienna still seemed a bit nervous, but she quickly pulled Quentin away and left, still without visiting me.

Thanks to my sister's persistence, my condition improved. The day I was moved out of the critical care ward, I could already sit up in bed. The experts my sister hired were truly skilled.

I smiled, praising them.

My phone, however, kept buzzing.

When I opened it, it was flooded with news about Quentin winning an award for his brake system test. Because of the success of his experiment, which advanced car safety, he was lauded by major media outlets.

In one interview, a reporter asked, "Such large-scale tests require real human test subjects. Traditionally, it's usually the researchers themselves, or their family and friends, and it often comes with a great cost. Therefore, those willing to be test subjects usually have a very close relationship with the researcher. Mr. Quentin, your test subject..."

Quentin looked at Sienna, who was sitting below.

"My test subject loves me very much."

At that moment, the room erupted.

And today was Quentin's award ceremony, a grand affair at the city's central performing arts center.

I checked the time, opened the cloud backup of my dash cam footage on my phone, and called the police.

"Hello, I suspect Mr. Quentin and Ms. Sienna are involved in attempted murder."

The moment I hung up, I felt the fire in my heart hadn't extinguished at all.

By now, I was basically certain that I was the test subject for Quentin's experiment, and without my knowledge, Sienna and Quentin had swapped out my car's brakes.

The day after I got the car, Sienna asked me to run an errand for her, specifically picking that little-traveled road.

That's why she was able to arrive so quickly after my accident.

It meant she had been following not far behind, calculating the data.

So, I unknowingly became a sacrifice.

And I no longer had legal guardians in name; only she, my wife, had the right to decide my fate. Whatever happened seemed to have no impact on Quentin.

She was truly considerate.

After understanding all this, my hands trembled uncontrollably.

My sister, Jean, came in with food. "The doctor said you can have a small amount of liquid food, so I bought some for you. Eat up."

She carefully blew on it to cool it, then repeatedly checked to make sure it wouldn't burn me before giving it to me.

Just as I finished eating, Jean was wiping my mouth when Sienna's sharp voice cut through the air.

"Ethan! I knew why you wouldn't leave the hospital! Turns out you have another woman taking care of you here. Who is she?!"

Sienna hadn't shown up until now, and her first appearance was to spread rumors.

Behind her, Quentin followed, looking like he'd been crying.

The two of them stormed over. Sienna grabbed my wrist and demanded, "Did you call the police on us?"

"Go explain everything to the police right now!"

Behind the two of them, not only were there police officers, but also several reporters.

After all, Quentin's project was huge this time, attracting a lot of attention, and I called the police during his award ceremony.

Seeing how quickly they arrived at the hospital, they must have been desperate to clear Quentin's name.

Sienna, clutching my arm, whispered in my ear, "Ethan, this experiment is very important to Quentin. Just say you filed a false report out of jealousy and help him out this once. I'll remember this good deed of yours, and I'll treat you well in the future."

Treat me well?

Id heard that phrase too many times, from our marriage until now, every time she made a mistake, it was that same line.

At first, I was young and thought she had time to change, but now I wasn't that fool anymore.

I ignored her words.

Sienna, however, was confident I would obey. She said confidently to the police, "I told you, my husband was just unhappy and deliberately filed a false report. We've certainly wasted your time, and I apologize on his behalf."

The reporters whispered amongst themselves.

Quentin proudly said, "Brother-in-law, you can't just be jealous of me because you haven't achieved anything, can you? This time, I can't let it go for Senior Sister's sake. You must apologize to me."

As he spoke, the police officers' expressions turned grim.

"Mr. Jiang, if you really just filed a false report as a joke, it constitutes an illegal act and could result in administrative detention. Are you sure?"

When the police asked, Sienna immediately interjected, "Yes, I'm sure! But seeing as he's still seriously ill, can't you postpone the enforcement for a few days?"

Hearing her words, my sister kept looking at me, wanting to know my opinion.

I spoke directly. "I didn't file a false report. I have evidence."

At that moment, Quentin, who had initially been condescendingly badmouthing me to the reporters, instantly turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

"What nonsense are you talking?!"

Sienna said.

"You're the one talking nonsense," my sister yelled at her. At this, Sienna suddenly found her voice.

"Everyone, my husband must want to be with this other woman, that's why he's deliberately trying to get me locked up. This must be fake, even if there's evidence, it's fabricated, you can't believe it."

I smiled helplessly and said to her, "Take a closer look... This is my real sister, Jean, the one who left with my father, the one I told you about!"