The grueling night shift and back-to-back surgeries had just ended. Suddenly, I was brutally stabbed to death in the on-call room by an enraged patient’s family member. With a dull thud, my lifeless head hit the desk hard. As consciousness slipped away, I could still hear the family member’s relentless cursing. “Even your own people admitted it. You deserve to die!” It’s true that the soul doesn’t immediately dissipate after death. For the next two weeks, I hovered in mid-air, coldly watching everything that unfolded. The family member who killed me and their accomplices were all arrested by the police. Each of them was unrepentant and self-righteous. My colleagues, who I had worked with day and night, were heartbroken and furious. Meanwhile, the patient whose “surgery had failed” was steadily recovering. They could even eat independently and get out of bed, full of energy. — Medical Malpractice These four heavy words crumbled on their own. News media, social networks, and ordinary people discussed it endlessly, expressing a mix of opinions. “Rest in peace, angel in white.” “No matter the profession, women always suffer the most.” “This doctor was just unlucky, encountering unreasonable family members.” “Even if it was a mistake, doctors’ attitudes are terrible these days, especially female ones. They deserve it.” “Mistaken killings are rare, but unethical doctors are the norm.” “Hope this bloody lesson will awaken doctors’ consciences.” … After working for decades, I had heard such words countless times. Even the most vicious and cold words could no longer touch my heart. Besides, my heart had already stopped beating. As time passed, this “bloody incident” gradually faded from public view. Just as I was feeling disheartened and ready to leave for good, The police brought the killer back to the crime scene. For a final crime reconstruction. Escorted by the police, he looked disheveled and dejected in handcuffs. Yet he was still obstinately muttering. “Impossible! There couldn’t have been a mistake, it was clearly…” “It was clearly their own people who said it…” ?! An excruciating pain surged through my entire being. My soul instantly began to tremble. I wanted to keep listening to what he had to say. But my scattered soul in mid-air could no longer sustain my remaining consciousness. The light before my eyes suddenly vanished. Complete darkness. The next second, I was reborn. Back to two days before my death.
“Lily, Lily, were you having a nightmare?” My husband’s urgent, worried voice came closer, completely pulling me out of my dazed thoughts. I suddenly opened my eyes wide, staring blankly into space. It hurt so much. I instinctively raised both hands, tightly covering the non-existent wound on the back of my neck. There was no warm blood. Instead, it was covered in cold, clammy sweat. I wasn’t dead yet. Realizing this, my out-of-body soul finally came back to its senses. My unfocused eyes gradually focused on the anxious face of the man in front of me. In the chaos, that bone-chilling sentence invaded my mind. “It was clearly their own people who admitted it…” Perhaps this mistaken doctor-killing case wasn’t as simple as imagined. Thinking carefully, there were too many questionable points about this incident from the start. So, who really wanted to kill me? The man saw my pale face and kept comforting me. “Lily, it’s okay now. Dreams are often the opposite of reality.” “I’ll wait for you to come back from your night shift. Then we can go adopt a little kitten.” “It can be your birthday present.” “Okay.” Just like in my previous life, I happily agreed to my husband’s suggestion. Looking at his clear, gentle eyes, I also struggled with whether to tell him everything that was about to happen. But the butterfly effect… Any choice would affect the future course of events. Rather than letting things become more out of control and confusing, It’s better to follow the original trajectory, tracing the thread to prevent a predetermined death. The man, medical malpractice, conspiracy… This time, I want to uncover the truth behind it all.
After quickly freshening up, I bid farewell to my husband. Once again returning to the familiar on-call room. Facing what would soon become a murder crime scene, I still couldn’t completely overcome my inner resistance. So I quickly changed into my white coat and walked into the doctors’ office. “Lily, why are you here so early today?” The speaker was Kevin Liu. He looked energetic and in a good mood. Always the first to arrive in the department. Very disciplined, never late. Now not yet forty, he had already been promoted to associate chief physician. With a virtuous wife and two children, he was the envy of everyone. In his spare time, he often traveled with his family, posting one exciting update after another on social media. He probably wasn’t the “own people” that person had mentioned. “Kevin, good morning! Where are you planning to take your wife and kids this weekend?” I was used to responding more gently to kind people. But with a sword hanging over my head, I had to try every way to dig out all the clues. There were only two days until the weekend. I firmly believed that someone who had painstakingly planned to harm someone wouldn’t plan a family trip in such a short time. “This weekend we’re planning to drive to Lotus Lake. The lotus flowers are in bloom right now.” Good. It probably wasn’t him. “Have a great time.” I replied with a sincere smile. Kevin was a man who loved life and was sensitive. He had a deep understanding of the saying “work is only a small part of life.” “Lily, you should still go out with your husband when you have time off to relax.” “The department is already short-staffed with people leaving or on sick leave, taking turns for annual leave. We’re busy enough as it is, don’t work too hard.” “This is just a job to make a living.” “You’re just too serious about it.” Kevin wasn’t wrong. Everyone could see that my dedication to work exceeded that of normal people. In ten years of working, I was the director’s model of progress and positive energy. The king of overtime in my colleagues’ eyes. A conscientious and meticulous doctor in patients’ eyes. It was because I had dreamed of curing diseases and saving people since I was young. So I naturally became one of the few female surgeons. “I understand, Kevin.” I also silently thanked him for his unintentional reminder. Now, there were only five doctors left in the department. Apart from Kevin and me, there was only the director, associate chief physician Ethan Zhang, and attending physician Ryan Liu. And I was so dedicated to work that I rushed home after my shift. I didn’t have much interaction with the nurses. I probably hadn’t offended them. So the person behind this was very likely among these four people. Kevin was temporarily ruled out. The director was probably impossible too. If something happened to me in the department, he would also bear responsibility. Even if he was dissatisfied with me, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to take action in his own territory. So that left only Ethan Zhang and Ryan Liu.
Time approached 8 o’clock minute by minute. The remaining three people arrived at the doctors’ office one after another, just in time. Everyone’s expressions were as usual, chatting and laughing like any other day. Until the director gestured for silence. The morning handover began. Today’s handover was done by a newly hired young nurse. She had a pretty face and styled her hair differently every day, matching it with coordinated makeup. I couldn’t help but sigh after just a few extra glances. How early must she get up, wasting so much rest time! While I was lost in thought, The young nurse slowly raised the handover board, coincidentally blocking her eyes. Then her left eyelid flipped quickly, casting a flirtatious glance at someone less than two meters away. And standing in that direction was Ryan Liu. !! A inappropriate phrase flashed through my mind. “Subtle flirting in a crowd is true love.” Even if there really was something between them, It shouldn’t have anything to do with my death, right? But this scene was strangely familiar. As if I had seen it somewhere before. Just as I was about to sink into deeper memories, the handover ended. Ethan Zhang, the associate chief physician who was also my immediate superior, Called out to stop me.
“Lily, that patient in bed 25 is still feverish after surgery. I just passed by the ward and saw his eldest son looking a bit strange. You’re the only female doctor in our department, be careful.” My heart skipped a beat. Ethan the true prophet. So the killing intent had started taking shape from this moment. Had he said these words in my previous life? I really couldn’t remember clearly. During this period, all the patients I was in charge of were in serious condition. Every morning, my body was at the handover meeting, but my mind had already flown to the wards. Afraid the seriously ill patients would deteriorate, and afraid the mild cases would worsen. Also, medical staff had a special employee passage for coming and going. How could he have passed by the ward? Had he deliberately gone to the ward and said something to someone? If it really was him stirring up trouble and provoking conflict, Why publicly remind me to be careful? Was it to completely clear himself of suspicion? I was stunned. Out of politeness, I quickly thanked him for his concern. After this little episode, I completely forgot about the young nurse and Ryan Liu making eyes at each other. The ward rounds were as long as ever. Maybe it was professional habit. Even though I just wanted to briefly remind the patients and then look for clues, I still couldn’t help but say a few more words. By the time I got to bed 25, it was almost 10 o’clock. As soon as I entered, I saw that familiar and terrifying face. The patient’s eldest son. The person who had stabbed me to death in my previous life. My heart sank.
This feeling was very strange. A person who had already been killed suddenly got the chance to escape death at the hands of the murderer. It was probably just me. I didn’t know if it was lucky or cruel. I pushed the simple ward round cart, walking to the patient’s bedside with complicated emotions. “How are you feeling today, sir?” “Is your stomach still hurting?” “What was your temperature this morning?” The person in the bed seemed to still be sleeping and didn’t immediately answer me. I quickly glanced at the cardiac monitor at the head of the bed. All indicators were normal. There shouldn’t be any major problems. At this time, the eldest son glanced at me sideways, casually tossing the phone he was holding onto the companion chair. Then he walked straight to his father’s side and called out in a low voice several times. “Dad, Dr. Lily is here to see you.” After speaking, he looked at me again. Calmly helping his father answer my questions. “He says his stomach doesn’t hurt. He had a low fever today, highest 99.5°F.” His tone couldn’t be called good, but there was no hostility either. Compared to his behavior before attacking me, I felt that at least at this moment, he didn’t have thoughts of murder. I walked to the bedside, skillfully completed the examination, and retreated back to the ward round cart. My right hand grasped the mouse while my eyes began browsing and analyzing the patient’s test results. In my peripheral vision, the man’s unextinguished phone on the chair was glaringly bright. After finishing explaining the precautions, The patient and his eldest son didn’t show any dissatisfaction. They even said “Thank you.” The confusion in my heart deepened even more. What exactly had happened? To make them suddenly sentence the always conscientious and responsible me to death. Before leaving, with the attitude of not overlooking any clues, I pretended to casually glance at the lit phone screen. The overall color scheme was light yellow. I knew at a glance it was the very familiar food delivery app. Was he buying something? But it wasn’t mealtime now. I speculated in my heart, but my feet didn’t linger for a moment as I left the ward. Yes! Given the painful lesson from my previous life, I chose to back out of the ward, no longer daring to turn my back to the murderer. Suddenly, an absurd thought flashed through my mind. He wasn’t buying a knife, was he?
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