I’m a first-year OB-GYN resident, and I have a secret: I can hear unborn babies talk. Today, a pregnant woman came in. Her amniotic fluid index was running dangerously low. Suddenly, a tiny voice echoed in my head. “Doctor, my dad has drugged my mom three times already. Save me!” The ultrasound probe in my hand trembled. I looked up. The man standing next to the pregnant woman was staring at his phone, laughing at some screen. I took a deep breath, carefully choosing my words. “There’s a slight issue with this report. I highly recommend a follow-up scan.” Immediately, their entire family stood up. A dozen eyes glared at me. “Doctor, are you saying there’s something wrong with our baby?” Right at that moment, the baby spoke again. “Doctor, the killer is standing right in front of you.” Hearing the commotion, the Attending Physician, Dr. Ronald Carter, walked over with a frown. He snatched the report and glanced at it. “The levels are within the normal range. Paige, stop talking nonsense.” I nodded slowly. Fine. Believe whatever you want.
“Are interns these days just desperate for commission?” Victor Vance snatched the ultrasound report from Dr. Carter’s hands and pointed a finger directly at my nose. “It says right here in black and white: ‘No obvious abnormalities.’” “You open your mouth and demand a re-scan. You just want to scam us into paying for more tests, don’t you?” His spit flew onto my mask. I looked at him, my gaze cold. “The amniotic fluid is low. While it’s technically at the borderline, the fetal heart rate is showing abnormal fluctuations.” “For the mother’s safety, a follow-up is the safest option.” “Bullshit!” Victor’s mother, Eleanor, shoved me aside and stepped in front of her son. “My son is a high-level executive who graduated from an Ivy League school! You think he can’t read a simple report?” “You put on a white coat and think you can curse my grandson?” “Keep this up, and I will report you to the medical board and get your license revoked!” Ignoring her screaming, I turned to look at Chloe Lindemann, who was lying on the examination table. She was an heiress to a massive family fortune, and Victor’s wife. Right now, she was gently holding Victor’s hand, her voice soft and submissive. “Honey, don’t be mad. It’s not worth ruining your day over.” She looked at me, her eyes filled with disapproval. “Dr. Sterling, I know you residents have performance targets to meet.” “But my husband wakes up in the middle of the night just to brew organic herbal pre-natal tea for me.” “He even tests the temperature of my drinking water himself.” “How could he ever harm me?” Chloe caressed her swollen belly, her face practically glowing with happiness. “Your unprofessional scare tactics are honestly disgusting.” I stared at her. In my ears, the baby’s crying was growing louder. “Doctor! It’s poison!” “It’s so bitter! It hurts!” “He’s been poisoning me since I was tiny! And these past few days, he added an even stronger drug!” “Doctor, please look at me!” I gripped the medical clipboard tightly. “Mrs. Vance, some damages are irreversible.” “If there’s really nothing wrong with your diet, why has the baby’s growth stalled compared to last month?” “Shut up!” Victor suddenly snapped, shoving me hard. My lower back slammed against the metal equipment cabinet. I gasped from the sharp pain. “Ronald!” Victor turned and yelled at Dr. Carter. “Is this how you train your staff?” “This isn’t over. I’m taking this straight to the hospital administration!” Dr. Carter’s face turned pale. He glared at me, then immediately put on a fake smile for Victor. “Mr. Vance, please calm down.” “Paige is new and doesn’t know the rules. I will handle this strictly.” Victor let out a cold snort and helped Chloe up. “Let’s go, babe. We’re not staying in this trash hospital.” Chloe’s best friend, Amber Davis, rushed forward to hand over her designer bag. “Exactly, Chloe. Let’s go to a private clinic. No need to waste time with this cheap doctor.” As Amber passed by me, she rolled her eyes. They walked out. The baby’s crying slowly faded into the distance. By the afternoon, a hospital-wide warning was issued against me. Dr. Carter called me into his office and screamed at me for half an hour. “Paige Sterling, have you lost your mind?” “Chloe Lindemann is the heiress of the Lindemann Group, and Victor Vance is the vice president!” “You offended them! Do you want our department to lose our annual funding?” I stood straight. “Dr. Carter, the fetal heart rate was indeed abnormal. I was only doing my job.” Dr. Carter slammed his hand on the desk. “Your job? Your job is to follow my orders!” “Starting tomorrow, you are out of the ultrasound room. Go to the inpatient ward and do grunt work.” “If you cause any more trouble, I won’t sign off on your residency certificate.” I said nothing, turned around, and walked out of the office.
By the time I finished my shift, it was pouring rain outside. I walked down to the parking garage, ready to drive home. Just as I turned the corner by a concrete pillar, I froze. Under the dim yellow lights, a car was parked in the far corner, its door half-open. Victor had a woman pinned against the car door, kissing her passionately. The woman’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Victor, babe… when is that ugly brat in that bitch’s stomach finally going to die?” Victor was breathing heavily, his hands wandering under her skirt. “Soon, Amber.” “I increased the dosage of the drug. In two weeks at most, it’ll be a stillborn.” “When that happens, all the shares of the Lindemann Group will be ours.” Amber giggled. “Then you’d better reward me really, really well.” Standing in the shadows, I pulled out my phone and pressed the record button. The faint glow of the screen lit up my face. You can’t save someone who is bent on self-destruction. But I would never let that innocent baby die without a fight. The next day, Chloe was admitted to the hospital. Because of some light spotting the night before, Victor had rushed her to my ward for preventive bed rest. The entire department now knew she was a billionaire heiress. The head nurse had specially arranged the best private suite for her. When I walked in with the Doppler fetal monitor and blood pressure cuff for routine checks, the room was packed. Several relatives were crowding around Victor, showering him with praise. “Oh, Victor is truly the perfect husband.” “Right? He even washes her feet himself. You can’t find a man like this nowadays even if you search with a flashlight.” Victor was indeed kneeling by the bed, holding a towel, meticulously wiping Chloe’s feet. He looked up and gave a warm, gentle smile. “Chloe is carrying my child and going through so much pain. Doing this is the least I can do.” Chloe leaned against the pillows, her eyes red with emotion. “Honey, you’re so good to me.” I walked to the bedside to check her chart. “Chloe Lindemann, I need to take your blood pressure and check the baby’s heart rate.” Seeing me, Chloe’s face instantly hardened. She pulled her feet out of the water basin, frowning. “Why is it you again?” “Is this hospital short-staffed? Why are they letting someone who was disciplined touch my belly?” Ignoring her attitude, I quickly pulled the privacy curtains and squeezed the ultrasound gel onto her skin. “Lift your shirt, please.” Victor stood up, dried his hands, and blocked my path. “Dr. Sterling, I haven’t settled yesterday’s account with you yet.” “You’d better keep your hands gentle. Don’t press that probe too hard. If you hurt my wife, I’ll make sure you regret it.” I let out a faint smirk. “Don’t worry, Mr. Vance. I only treat patients. I don’t watch dramas.” After recording the vitals, I wiped her belly with a paper towel. Just as I was about to leave, the door was pushed open. Amber walked in with a designer thermos, a massive fake smile plastered on her face. “Chloe, Victor! I brought you some soup!” She placed the thermos on the nightstand, her eyes locked onto Victor’s with a subtle, electric tension. “Victor spent half the night brewing this organic chicken herbal broth. He said it’s the best thing for the baby.” “I went to his house this morning specifically to grab it. It’s still hot.” Chloe took Amber’s hand, deeply moved. “Amber, thank you so much for going through all the trouble.” Amber teased, “Oh, come on. We’re practically sisters. Your baby is my godson.” Victor unscrewed the thermos and poured a bowl of the hot, rich soup. He blew on it gently and brought it to Chloe’s lips. “Drink up, sweetie. It’s hot. Drink it for our healthy baby.” In that exact split second, a terrified shriek exploded in my head. “No!” “Doctor, save me!” “It’s poison! He added two whole packets of it last night!” “My stomach hurts! It hurts so much!” Hearing the baby’s desperate cries, I stared at the bowl of soup. Chloe opened her mouth, ready to take a sip. “Don’t drink that!”
Before my brain could even process the thought, my body reacted. With a loud crash, I slapped the bowl right out of Victor’s hand. The boiling hot soup splashed all over the floor, and the ceramic bowl shattered into pieces. The room fell into a dead silence. Victor’s hand was scalded red. He flew into a blinding rage. “Are you fucking insane?!” Amber immediately started screaming. “Paige Sterling! What are you doing? Are you trying to murder Chloe’s baby?!” She frantically pulled out tissues to wipe Victor’s hand, her eyes filled with genuine panic and heartbreak. Chloe was frozen in shock. “Paige Sterling!” She threw off her blanket, not even bothering to put on shoes, and lunged out of bed. “Slap!” A stinging slap landed squarely across my face. “You miserable, jealous psycho!” Chloe pointed at my face, her entire body shaking. “You’re just jealous because my husband treats me like a queen!” “Yesterday you cursed my baby, and today you ruin the soup my husband stayed up all night to make!” “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Other patients and nurses outside gathered around the open door. Amber stood to the side, wiping fake tears to fan the flames. “Everyone, look at this! This doctor held a grudge because we reported her, and now she’s taking it out on a pregnant woman!” “Victor poured his heart into making that soup!” The onlookers started whispering and pointing at me. “That doctor is so malicious.” “Yeah, she just can’t stand seeing other people happy.” Holding my stinging cheek, I slowly turned my head. I looked at Chloe’s furious face, and then at Victor’s smug smirk. The baby’s voice in my head was now so weak it was barely a whisper. “Doctor… why did mommy hit you?” “It hurts…” I spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and smiled. “Chloe.” I stared into her eyes, pronouncing every word clearly. “There was a bug in the soup. I was just trying to help.” “But since you love his ‘hard work’ so much…” “By all means, drink up next time.” I pushed through the crowd and walked out of the room without looking back. You can’t wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. But I could make sure she woke up screaming when the reality hit her. After getting slapped, I became a total outcast in the department. Dr. Carter didn’t even let me do basic ward rounds anymore. He assigned me to hand out flyers and organize dusty, archived medical files. Everyone avoided me like the plague, terrified of getting on the bad side of the Lindemann Group. I, however, enjoyed the peace. During lunch break, I sneaked back into Chloe’s room. While they were out at a fancy restaurant, I used a syringe to collect the residue of the soup trapped in the cracks of the floor tiles. In the afternoon, I found Ethan, a close colleague of mine in the pathology lab, and asked him to run an expedited chemical analysis. When I got the results, my hands were shaking. The report clearly showed a high concentration of Mifepristone, along with an unidentified neurotoxic compound. Mifepristone was a powerful abortion pill. And Ethan had left a warning note at the bottom: “The neurotoxin shows signs of chronic accumulation. This suggests the patient has been microdosing this poison since early pregnancy.” This would 100% lead to severe fetal skeletal malformations and facial deformities. Victor never wanted this child to be born alive. He wanted a deformed baby to completely destroy Chloe’s mental state. I took a deep breath and folded the report. I didn’t give it to Chloe directly. She hated me right now. Victor could easily lie his way out of it, and she would believe him. So, during a shift change, I slipped the report into Chloe’s medical chart hanging at the foot of her bed. As long as she opened it, she would see the truth. However, I underestimated how cautious and evil these people could be.
By evening, just as I changed out of my white coat to go home, Dr. Carter stormed into the locker room, furious. “Paige Sterling! Get your ass out here!” He crumpled a few torn pieces of paper and threw them at my face. “Are you sick in the head?” “You forged a lab report and slipped it into a patient’s chart? What are you trying to pull?” I looked at the shredded paper on the floor. I could make out the words “Mifepristone.” Victor’s mother, Eleanor, was standing behind Dr. Carter, her hands on her hips. “Dr. Carter, is this how you train your residents?” “Using fake reports to terrify my daughter-in-law! You’re trying to kill us!” “If you don’t fire her today, I will sue this entire hospital!” Dr. Carter pointed a trembling finger at my face. “Paige, you’ve deeply disappointed me.” “To get revenge on a patient, you resort to such disgusting, underhanded tricks.” “You are suspended. Effective immediately.” “And I will make sure your residency certificate is never signed. You will never practice medicine in this lifetime!” I looked at them coldly. “Dr. Carter, if you want to know if that report is forged, you can easily verify it with the pathology lab.” Dr. Carter’s expression shifted, his eyes darting away guiltily. “Verify what? Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?” “Pack your things and get the hell out of my department!” I understood then. Dr. Carter didn’t care about the truth. He only cared about the Lindemann Group’s donations and his end-of-year bonus. I took off my white coat and tossed it into the trash can. “Fine.” I looked at the smug Eleanor, a cold smile playing on my lips. “I hope your family gets exactly what you deserve.” Carrying my box of belongings, I walked out of the hospital doors. The night air was freezing. I touched the voice recorder in my pocket. It held the audio and video of Victor and Amber from the parking garage. Now was not the time to flip the table. I had to wait for the most brutal consequence to run its course. Three days after I was suspended, late at night. I was in my rented apartment, putting together clues about Victor buying illegal drugs on the black market. Suddenly, my phone vibrated violently. It was the landline from the OB-GYN ward. I picked up, and Nurse Mia’s panicked, crying voice came through. “Dr. Sterling, you need to come back right now!” “Chloe’s water broke! She’s hemorrhaging!” “Dr. Carter is out of town for a conference, and we only have two junior residents on duty tonight. They can’t handle this!” I stood up instantly. “Where is Victor?” “Mr. Vance signed the consent form to save the mother.” “But Chloe is refusing! She’s screaming to save the baby at all costs!” I grabbed my jacket and rushed out the door. In my ears, that weak, tiny baby voice echoed. “Auntie…” “I’m so cold.” At 2:00 AM, the delivery room smelled heavily of iron and blood. I threw on sterile scrubs and burst in. Chloe’s blood pressure had plummeted to sixty. The heart monitor was letting out sharp, warning beeps. “Dr. Sterling! Thank God you’re here!” Mia’s hands were covered in blood, sweat pouring down her face. “Her contractions are too weak, and the baby’s heart rate is disappearing!” I quickly moved to the operating table. Chloe was deathly pale, her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead. When she saw me, a desperate surge of survival instinct flared in her hollow eyes. She grabbed my sleeve tightly. “Paige… save my baby.” “Victor said to save me, but I won’t let him. I want my baby.” Looking at the pool of blood beneath her, my expression remained cold. “Save your energy, Chloe. Push.” I pressed the Doppler probe onto her abdomen. The voice from inside was barely a whisper. “Auntie…” “I don’t want to die.” “But my hands and feet feel so weird…” “I can’t get out.”
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