I spent a decade as a specialist in proctology, conducting numerous examinations daily. To be honest, I maintained a professional detachment throughout. One day, a man accompanying a patient exclaimed, “You have no right to examine my child’s condition!” “If you fail to treat her, I’ll hold your entire family accountable!” I gestured towards the door, “The psychiatric clinic is upstairs to the left. Next patient, please!” That remark led to five years of unemployment, two years of begging, and ultimately, I met my end in a street accident. It also caused undue suffering for my mother. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my office. In front of me stood an impeccably dressed, attractive couple. “I’m sorry, but without an appointment, I can’t see you.” “Director? Director!” I snapped out of it, “Yes, what is it?” “Director, have you been resting well lately? I brought you some hot water.” A cup of hot water appeared on my desk. I looked up and saw it was Leo, my intern from eight years ago. “It’s alright, just a lot of patients recently. I just need a moment.” I surveyed my surroundings. This was my office. Specifically, it was the office I had eight years ago when I was the head of the proctology department at City General Hospital. A bold idea crossed my mind. I pinched myself—ouch, not a dream. I found myself back to where it all began eight years ago. “Shall I call in the next patient?” Leo asked. I nodded. Moments later, the door opened. A striking woman walked in, exuding elegance, her designer attire making her seem unapproachable. A man followed her, his gaze sharp and authoritative. I was taken aback—it was them. The sting in my palm brought me back. I looked down and saw a nail mark in my hand. The woman blushed and shyly introduced herself, “Hello, Doctor, I’m Nora.” Nora was polite enough. The man beside her looked disdainful. “Who do you think you are? You’re not qualified to examine my child’s condition!” The same dialogue, the same scene. I was even more certain I had been given a second chance. Nora tugged at Declan’s sleeve, giving him a playful glance. “Apologies, but as a specialist with ten years of experience at City General Hospital and the current head of the department, I believe I am.” Declan’s expression darkened, his gaze icy, as if contemplating my downfall. He snorted, “If you can’t treat Nora, I’ll make sure your entire family pays!” There it was again. Even in a proctology department, his CEO persona was unyielding. In my previous life, when he said that, I was speechless. Was this guy out of his mind? It’s 2099, and people still mimic lines from decades ago. So I genuinely suggested he see a mental health professional. Declan’s CEO pride was offended, and he used his influence to fabricate medical mishaps, forcing me to resign. Not only that, but he also warned all hospitals not to hire me, leaving me unemployed. Unable to work in a hospital, I tried factories, but Declan blocked all my paths—no business dared hire me. I survived by intermittently setting up stalls and scavenging for recyclables. I drank rainwater and ate discarded cold takeout from trash bins. Snapping back to reality, I flipped through the records. “I’m sorry, but without an appointment, I can’t see you.”###Chapter
CEOs typically have family doctors and private clinics, so they never need to visit public hospitals and wouldn’t know about the appointment system at City General. Moreover, I’m a specialist. You need to book my appointments a day in advance since I only have one duty day a week. My slots are hard to get. “Doctor, I was just called! I went to the bathroom, sorry, sorry!” The office door opened, and the actual patient with an appointment walked in. I glanced at Declan and Nora, “Unrelated individuals, please leave.” Their faces turned various shades of green and red. Nora stood up, embarrassed, dragging Declan out. Just before leaving, Declan glared daggers at me. I returned his gaze, prepared to call security to escort them out for cutting in line, but he quickly looked away. After the checkup, I wrote a prescription. “Take this to the nurse.” “Ding dong” A bell chimed. I looked around, curious about the source. “Host Ethan, hello! I’m the Pain Transfer System 012. Congratulations on getting through Declan’s verbal attack and avoiding further tragedy!” A system? Is this the advantage of my rebirth? “What does the Pain Transfer System mean?” I asked mentally. “As the name suggests, I can help transfer the pain of symptoms. When it activates in you, it means that for every patient you successfully treat, their past pains will transfer to the male lead, Declan.” I nodded. Declan’s in for some serious discomfort. But I quickly caught onto a term—”male lead.” The system said Declan was the male lead. Was my world part of a novel? “Correct, host. You live in the book ‘The CEO’s Sweet Naive Wife,’ where Nora is the female lead, and Declan is the male lead.” The system briefly explained the book’s content. I was amazed. “Due to your death, Declan and Nora’s character settings collapsed, so City Hall gave you a chance to be reborn with a system.” I understood. In simple terms, this rebirth was my chance for revenge. Reflecting on my past life, Declan bore a grudge against me, hiring thugs to cause trouble at the hospital and attributing numerous false medical incidents to me. I worked tirelessly to gather evidence and refute the claims. Even when resolved, the leaders still doubted me. Numerous external exchange projects no longer bore my name. I was excluded from major lectures, and Declan’s people replaced me in positions I worked hard to attain. I thought, as long as I could still work, it was enough. I couldn’t fight a wealthy heir. I apologized! I sincerely sought out Declan to apologize. But he remained aloof, saying simply, “So, who are you?” I thought the matter was over. But soon after settling into work, Declan’s people accused me of stealing hospital drugs and being morally corrupt! I was dismissed, and no hospital dared hire me. I lived in a daze. My parents felt heartbroken, hugging me tightly, saying, “It’s okay! If the sky falls, your parents will hold it up!” But I didn’t expect Declan to spare even my parents! Nora accused my mom of stealing her jewelry. Though evidence was lacking, her status led the police to sentence my mom. Dad went to visit, only to return with a small box. I had never seen Dad so defeated. It was all my fault. If not for me, Mom wouldn’t have died. I cried until I couldn’t speak. Dad gently held me, patting my back. Soon after, I received news of Dad’s death. He had a car accident while driving, dying on the spot. I almost fainted. I put down the pancake I was making and grabbed a taxi straight to the scene. My loving dad stayed forever in that car, covered in blood, unable to hug and comfort me anymore. The car he drove was familiar—the one Declan often rode! Declan again! I yelled, “Isn’t this enough?! After all this, what more do you want? Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!” “Host?”
I blinked, snapping out of my memories. Declan, Nora, so what if you’re the leads? I crawled back from hell, and even if you have a halo, I’ll shatter it and make you swallow it with blood! Our family’s lives will be repaid with yours! City A is teeming with talent. In such a city, becoming a department head at City General Hospital and an honorary professor at A University speaks volumes about my exceptional medical skills. No humility here—I could be called the top proctologist in the country. Business trips and exchanges were common. After finishing today’s duty shift, I immediately requested an exchange from my leader. The leader agreed quickly, as there was a project waiting. For a doctor of my level, exchanges last at least a month. While I’m away, Nora’s illness will drag on, and while I perform surgeries, Declan’s condition will worsen. I acted immediately. After work, I packed my things, dragged my suitcase, and boarded a plane. The system was handy, always updating me. On my first day in City C, after academic exchanges. System: “Nora went to the hospital looking for you, only to find your name missing from the registry.” “Declan must be fuming. His first time lowering himself for a doctor, only to find the doctor isn’t on duty.” I laughed, imagining his face turning black with rage. Leo, whom I left at City General, called me around this time. “Teacher, am I disturbing you?” “Remember that couple from yesterday? The one with CEO lines.” Leo sounded excited, as if something interesting had happened. “Yes, what’s up?” “They caused quite a scene at the hospital today. It was something else!” Leo described it vividly, and I could almost see the scene myself. Declan and Nora had come to the hospital only to find out I was away on a business trip. The top colorectal specialist they wanted to see was out too! For someone like Declan, who is used to getting his way, this was intolerable. He made a scene in the hospital lobby, barking into his phone, “You have three minutes! Get that woman here, or your whole family will pay!” With the hospital packed, his outburst drew everyone’s attention. “Is he out of his mind? No helping him now!” “Hey dude, the psych ward is on the third floor. Need a hand getting there?” a cheerful hospital volunteer chimed in. “Scram! Do you even know who I am?” Well, Declan definitely got the psychiatric department’s attention. I thanked Leo for the update and hung up. I had a surgery scheduled for the afternoon and was already eager to hear about Declan’s hemorrhoid woes.
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