Mayor Vincent Harris was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment after a car accident. My boyfriend Jeffrey Barnes, in order to make up for Andrea Jansen being late due to making coffee, actually brought all our department colleagues together to deliberately delay Vincent’s surgery, wanting to make her Vincent’s lifesaver. Vincent’s life hung by a thread. If he died because of this, our entire department would face imprisonment. I, Claire Easterlin, desperately begged everyone to operate on Vincent as soon as possible, but was met with accusations from the crowd: “You’re just jealous that Jeffrey promised to make Andrea permanent, so you’re deliberately making her miss Mr. Harris’s favor!” I knelt on the ground, kowtowing until my head was bloody and broken, and only then did everyone reluctantly enter the operating room. With me as the lead surgeon and Jeffrey and colleagues assisting, after 12 hours of emergency treatment, we finally succeeded in saving Vincent’s life. After the surgery, our entire department received a million-dollar bonus from Vincent, and both Jeffrey and I were promoted. However, on the night of the promotion, I was drugged unconscious by Andrea and sent directly to the hospital morgue’s freezer, where I froze to death. Jeffrey then led all the department colleagues in giving false testimony to the police: “Claire was medically incompetent. To get promoted, she stole Andrea’s credit for saving Mr. Harris’s life, and ultimately committed suicide out of guilt.” I died with grievances unresolved. Andrea took this opportunity to successfully become permanent and, with Vincent’s help, was promoted to department head. My father Allan Easterlin always believed there was more to my death and appealed everywhere, but was sent to a mental hospital by Jeffrey, where he was ultimately beaten to death by mental patients. Only after death did I understand that this was all a conspiracy carefully planned by Andrea and Jeffrey. Andrea had no ability to perform surgery at all. She delayed time just to steal my position! When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn to the day when Jeffrey led all the department colleagues to wait for Andrea, preparing for Vincent’s surgery. In this life, I decided not to stop them anymore! ***** “No way, Andrea went to make us coffee. We must wait for her to start the surgery together!” When Jeffrey said the exact same words as in my previous life, I truly realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to the department colleagues, my heart surged with overwhelming hatred. Before I could make any move, Jeffrey looked at me with anger: “Claire, you’re so selfish! Andrea isn’t here yet. What’s wrong with waiting two more minutes?” The colleagues present also cast impatient looks: “Exactly, Andrea is our colleague. How can we not let her participate in such a precious moment?” “Before Andrea arrives, no one is entering the operating room today!” Looking at these brainwashed colleagues, I felt a wave of sadness in my heart. In my previous life, Vincent’s car accident caused severe leg bleeding, which could easily lead to excessive blood loss and internal infection. I knew that further delays would miss the golden rescue time, and our entire department would face imprisonment! So I knelt on the ground, kowtowing until my flesh was mangled, and only then did they reluctantly enter the operating room to help me save Vincent. But my good intentions became the best evidence in their eyes that I was jealous of Jeffrey and Andrea’s relationship and was power-hungry. Everyone in the department hated me. Jeffrey walked up to me under everyone’s gaze, his face full of disappointment: “Claire, we’ve been together for so many years. I really didn’t expect you to be such a vain person. Andrea practices medicine properly and treats people humbly – everyone can see this. Now with such a good opportunity, how can you be so selfish and not let her participate?” Looking at Jeffrey’s righteous appearance, I felt nauseated. This beast in human clothing – I had loved him for six whole years! I dug my nails deep into my palms, wanting nothing more than to slap him immediately. But I suppressed my anger and spoke coldly: “Mr. Harris is bleeding severely from his leg. If we don’t operate immediately, who among you will take responsibility for the consequences? Since everyone is willing to risk their careers to accompany Andrea in putting Mr. Harris’s life aside, then suit yourselves.” Jeffrey immediately responded with cold mockery: “Are you the only doctor here? We’ve done so many surgeries. Mr. Harris’s condition is just a minor operation. What could go wrong?” Looking at these hopeless people, I had nothing more to say and turned back to the duty room. Jeffrey continued to cheer and celebrate with all the department colleagues in the hallway, completely disregarding hospital regulations. Under Jeffrey’s instigation, the great honor of saving the mayor had them all daydreaming about promotions and fame in the medical field. Through the duty room window, I watched their carried-away behavior and sneered coldly. I wondered if they would still be able to laugh at this time tomorrow. Thinking of how I was frozen to death in the morgue’s freezer in my previous life, and how Allan was sent to a mental hospital and ultimately beaten to death, the hatred in my heart burned like wildfire! This time, I would send them all to hell! My eyes turned red as I sent Allan a message. Just then, the vital signs monitor by Vincent’s bed suddenly sounded a piercing alarm. Vincent was in critical condition! Even if we operated immediately now, the risk would be enormous!
The golden window for emergency treatment was slipping away minute by minute, yet Jeffrey remained completely unmoved. Vincent lay on the hospital bed, having lost nearly all his blood. It wasn’t until forty minutes later that Andrea finally appeared, slowly carrying a large pot of coffee. The journey from the hospital break room to the department was only a three-minute elevator ride, yet she put on an act of being drenched in sweat from the heat. Such acting skills were truly wasted on the medical field. Seeing that everyone in the department was still waiting for her in the hallway, she instantly began her performance, looking touched as she said to everyone: “How can you all be so good to me? How can I ever repay everyone for taking such good care of me!” Through the glass window of the duty room, she flashed me a mocking smile. At that moment, Jeffrey took the coffee pot from her hands and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead: “Silly girl, of course it’s because you deserve our kindness!” Just then, my phone rang. Seeing Allan’s reply, I chuckled softly. I hesitated no longer, walked out of the duty room, and looked at everyone: “Since Andrea is here now, let’s quickly arrange surgery for Mr. Harris.” Everyone shed their previous reluctance and began actively throwing themselves into pre-surgical preparations. While changing into surgical scrubs, Andrea approached me with a cup of coffee, looking aggrieved as she apologized: “Claire, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I just saw everyone working so hard and wanted to make coffee to help everyone stay alert.” Before I could respond, Jeffrey immediately stepped in to shield Andrea: “Andrea, what did you do wrong? It’s people like her—vain and lacking any sense of collegiality—who are truly despicable!” Other colleagues sipped their coffee while chiming in to comfort her: “That’s right, Andrea, don’t blame yourself. We all waited for you willingly!” “We only delayed a few minutes. Mr. Harris will be fine. You’re so good to us, of course we want to return the favor. We’re not like certain selfish people!” Listening to their passive-aggressive mockery, I felt completely unmoved. I hoped their precious collegiality would last a while longer. Otherwise, how would this charade continue after the surgery ended? Fate had already marked a price for everything in this world, and Andrea’s pot of coffee would purchase what remained of their freedom. I ignored them and walked straight into the operating room. Vincent on the hospital bed was deathly pale, with a large pool of dark red blood beneath the bed. Without even consulting me, everyone directly let Andrea take the lead. Andrea looked at everyone, a flash of panic in her eyes: “Are you sure you want me to be the lead surgeon?” Everyone’s gaze toward her was full of trust: “Andrea, don’t be afraid. We believe in your medical skills!” Jeffrey also affectionately patted her head: “Don’t be scared, I’m here. As long as you successfully operate and save Mr. Harris, you’ll be his lifesaver. From then on, you’ll have your place in the medical world, and we can all benefit from your success!” Andrea looked into Jeffrey’s gentle eyes and nodded hesitantly. The surgery began. Jeffrey provided detailed guidance to Andrea without hesitation, and everyone worked with clear division of labor and seamless coordination. Only I stood out like an outsider, completely excluded from the surgery and assigned to menial tasks like changing water, wiping sweat, and passing instruments. I let them order me around while quietly waiting for the drama about to unfold. Suddenly, there was a cry of alarm as the scalpel dropped from Andrea’s hand. Vincent on the operating table had already missed the optimal rescue window. Due to excessive blood loss, he had developed serious complications and tissue necrosis. To prevent the condition from spreading throughout his body, the only option was amputation. Andrea was so frightened she crouched on the floor, muttering: “I can’t… I really can’t…” Jeffrey felt heartbroken seeing her terrified state. He turned to look at me, shouting impatiently: “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and hand me the scalpel!” I numbly handed him the scalpel. With everyone’s assistance, he didn’t hesitate to operate on Vincent’s legs. I couldn’t help but smile. The end was near for these ungrateful people!
The surgery was finally over. Vincent slowly regained consciousness as Jeffrey approached with Andrea on his arm, his face beaming with joy: “Mr. Harris, you’re finally awake!” The hospital room was packed with the entire department staff, all eager to make a good impression on Vincent. Andrea once again displayed her masterful acting skills, looking at Vincent with tears in her eyes: “Mr. Harris, this was my first time as lead surgeon, and operating on someone as important as you made me incredibly nervous. But thankfully, your surgery went very smoothly.” Vincent looked at her and smiled weakly, saying softly: “I never expected someone so young to have such exceptional medical skills. I truly owe you my life.” Jeffrey timely wrapped his arm around Andrea’s shoulder, speaking to Vincent with obvious pride: “Andrea is my direct junior from medical school. She’s been at the hospital for less than half a year, and having the opportunity to operate on you is both her honor and our entire department’s honor!” Vincent surveyed everyone in the room and nodded with satisfaction: “Excellent. Once I recover and leave the hospital, I’ll make sure to properly reward all you talented young professionals.” I stood to the side, watching the smiles on everyone’s faces while feeling ice-cold inside. So this was it—this entire group had worked together to position Andrea as Vincent’s savior, helping her establish a solid foothold in the medical field. These colleagues were certainly devoted to her cause. Jeffrey continued: “Mr. Harris, talents like Andrea are exactly who our hospital should be focusing on developing. Unlike some people who don’t deserve their positions, relying on family connections to secure a department head role, only to be completely useless when you needed surgery.” Jeffrey held Andrea close as he continued slandering me in front of Vincent. Everyone turned their gaze toward me, their eyes filled with disgust. Just then, the hospital room door burst open as Vincent’s wife Lydia Harris and daughter Jane Harris rushed in with several officials. Lydia threw herself onto Vincent, tears streaming down her face: “You nearly scared us to death! If something had happened to you, how could we go on living?” Vincent gently stroked Lydia’s back, softly comforting her: “I’m fine now, aren’t I? I owe it all to Dr. Jansen’s dedicated treatment—she saved my life.” Lydia and the accompanying officials all turned their attention to Andrea, nodding repeatedly in gratitude. Andrea modestly bowed to Lydia, but when she glanced at me, her eyes were full of smugness and provocation. I stood to the side, expressionlessly watching everything unfold in the hospital room. Lydia immediately ordered gifts to be prepared and sent to the hospital to thank Andrea for saving Vincent’s life, and even announced on the spot that she wanted to adopt Andrea as her goddaughter, promising to cherish her from now on. Just as the atmosphere in the room reached a celebratory peak, Jane suddenly pulled back the blanket covering Vincent. Jane immediately burst into tears: “Daddy, your legs… where are your legs?” Following Jane’s cries, everyone’s eyes fell upon Vincent’s legs. Beneath the blanket, Vincent’s legs were completely gone—only thick gauze wrapped around the stumps remained.
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