Chapter 1 I went to the hospital where my brother works to get treated for a severe allergic reaction, only to cross paths with a nursing intern who harbored a massive crush on him. After overhearing what she thought was an “intimate” conversation between me and my brother, she became intensely jealous. Coincidentally, my brother walked in at that exact moment and, out of pure habit, reached out to feel my forehead to check for a fever. That was all it took. She completely cemented me as her ultimate rival, her eyes practically shooting daggers at me. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. Just as I opened my mouth to explain the situation, she suddenly shrieked and violently slapped my brother’s hand away. “Dr. Carter, break up with her! Don’t let this filthy woman deceive you! This isn’t an allergic reaction!” “She has… she has a rash all over her backside!” “Those are the classic symptoms of secondary syphilis! She has an STD!” 01 The entire ER fell into a deathly, suffocating silence. Every single pair of eyes in the room snapped toward me, locking onto my exposed back and… my half-pulled-down pants. My brain practically exploded. All the blood in my body rushed violently to my face. “What the fuck kind of bullshit are you spewing?!” I was the first to react, my entire body shaking with fury. I whipped around to face the intern, Chloe, my eyes burning red. “What is your name?! What is your badge number?! Do you realize you are committing blatant defamation?!” Chloe visibly flinched at my explosive rage, huge tears instantly spilling down her cheeks. But she stubbornly refused to back down. Weeping hysterically, she turned to look at my brother, Liam, who was currently standing frozen in absolute shock. The look in her eyes was a mix of righteous indignation, agonizing heartbreak, and a bizarre, delusional sense of… “saving” him. “Dr. Carter! I’m not making this up! I spent four years in nursing school, I know what I’m looking at!” She sobbed as if her heart was breaking, pointing a trembling finger at me. “I just didn’t want to see you get played by a woman like this! Her personal life is clearly a disaster, how could she ever be good enough for you?! Look at her, she’s still trying to lie her way out of it!” Liam’s face was a perfect portrait of ‘Who am I and what dimension have I stepped into?’ I violently yanked my pants up, not even caring about the searing pain of the fabric scraping against my rash-covered skin. I stood up, locking my eyes onto Chloe like a predator. “Say it again,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me exactly what disease I have.” “I…” Chloe shrank back under my lethal glare. But catching a glimpse of Liam standing next to her, she suddenly found a surge of pathetic courage and puffed out her chest. “Don’t you know exactly what you’ve been doing behind his back?” “Okay,” I let out a dark, furious laugh. “Excellent.” I wasn’t going to waste another second arguing with her. I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her face, started dialing. “Hello, 911? I need to report a crime. There is someone here publicly committing slander and defamation, violating my rights…” “Wait, wait, wait! Miss Miller! Please, let’s not escalate this!” A middle-aged man wearing an “Attending Physician” badge sprinted into the room, clearly having heard the commotion. One look at the situation, and then a glance at Liam’s livid face, and he looked like he was about to pass out. “Dr. Carter, what… what exactly is going on here?” Liam spoke, his voice completely flat. “Dr. Evans, this nurse just announced to the entire ER that my ‘darling’ has secondary syphilis.” Dr. Evans’s face drained of all color. He whipped around to face Chloe, practically grinding his teeth together. He leaned in and hissed furiously, “Chloe! What the hell are you doing?! Diagnosing a patient by eye without a single lab result?! Do you think you’re a walking X-ray machine?!” “I… I…” Chloe’s tears flowed even harder. She looked desperately toward Liam for help. “Dr. Carter, I was genuinely just trying to protect you! I…” “Shut your mouth!” Dr. Evans looked like his head was going to explode. He knew perfectly well that Liam had serious influence in the hospital administration. If this blew up, their entire department was going to get dragged through the mud. “Apologize to Miss Miller and Dr. Carter immediately!” “Do you want to lose your residency offer or what?!” The words “residency offer” clearly hit Chloe’s kill switch. She shuddered violently, biting her lower lip. Her face was a mask of pure humiliation and bitter resentment. With extreme, agonizing reluctance, she forced herself to bow to me. “I’m… sorry.” Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito, but the venomous hatred in her eyes looked like she wanted to swallow me alive. “I don’t want your apology,” I cut her off, sweeping a razor-sharp glare across both her and Dr. Evans. “I am going to get a comprehensive STD screening right here, right now, at this hospital.” I paused, enunciating every single syllable. “If the results show that I am completely clean… today, I am not only suing you, Chloe, for defamation, but I am also suing this hospital for gross negligence and enabling an intern to spread malicious rumors about patients!” Cold sweat instantly broke out on Dr. Evans’s forehead. “Miss Miller, please calm down,” he practically begged, plastering on a placating smile. “This is an absolute misunderstanding! Chloe, you are suspended from clinical duties immediately. Go home and write a ten-page apology and reflection! You will be formally reprimanded by the administration!” I was sick of this circus. I turned on my heel and walked out. Liam hurried after me, quickly getting me registered and rushing my blood work. I drew my own blood. I administered my own IV. By the time I dragged my rash-covered, exhausted, and furiously pissed-off body back to my apartment, it was the middle of the night. I choked down my allergy meds and passed out in a heavy, miserable sleep. And for the entire time I was asleep, the internet was relentlessly tearing me apart. When I finally opened my eyes, it was to the sound of Liam’s phone calls blowing up my device. “Hello…” my voice was raspy like sandpaper. “Thank god you finally answered! Open TikTok right now! It’s a massive disaster!” My heart skipped a beat. I opened the app. My DMs and notifications were at 999+, lagging my phone so hard it looked like a slideshow. The number one trending video in my city was staring me right in the face. In the video, a girl wearing medical scrubs was crying hysterically to the camera. It was Chloe. The text overlay on the video read: [I just wanted to be a good nurse. Is that really a crime?] She didn’t name names, but the background was unmistakably the hallway of the hospital’s ER. Between choked sobs, she spoke: “…I was just trying to be a good person and warn that gentleman that his ‘girlfriend’s’ symptoms were highly suspicious. If she really had that kind of disease, it’s highly contagious. But I never expected his girlfriend to react so violently, insisting on filing a formal complaint against me…” “…Now, just to sweep things under the rug, management suspended me and is making me write a formal apology. I’ve studied nursing for four years, and I honestly have no idea what I did wrong…” “…Maybe I shouldn’t have been so nosy. But I couldn’t just stand by and watch that poor man get played like a fool. I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m still the best little sheep!” That last line, “the best little sheep,” was a tag she frequently used for herself. The comment section was an absolute warzone. 02 [Don’t cry, sweetie! You did nothing wrong! You’re just too kind for this world!] [Some women these days sleep around like crazy, and we’re not even allowed to point it out?] [That patient definitely filed a complaint because you hit the nail on the head and she panicked! Sending hugs to the little sheep!] [Holy shit, is this St. Jude’s Hospital? I think I was actually there yesterday! That woman was acting like a total psycho!] [Internet, do your thing! Find out who this woman is! Don’t let her ruin that handsome guy’s life!] I was shaking uncontrollably from pure rage. What an absolute masterclass in twisting the truth and playing the victim! She was even actively replying to comments, painting vivid, insulting pictures of my appearance. [The woman looked sick and gross, but her temper was absolutely vile. I have no idea how she managed to trick the guy standing next to her. He was incredibly handsome and classy, they were literally worlds apart!] [I heard that handsome guy is actually one of the administrative directors at our hospital! He’s such a genuinely nice person! Ugh!] My blood was boiling. I immediately started typing furiously in the comment section: [I am the “patient” you’re talking about, and here is exactly what happened…] I barely got halfway through typing out the real story when an icy system notification popped up on my screen: [Your account has been restricted due to multiple user reports and community guideline violations. You have been forcibly logged out.] My vision went black for a second. When I recovered, I immediately contacted customer support, only to receive an automated reply stating that appeals would take three to five business days to process. Three to five business days?! By then, my life would be completely ruined! Liam was panicking on the other end of the line: “Serena, I already went to the hospital director! They promised to issue an official statement clearing this up immediately!” “Liam,” I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “Don’t. Right now, you are the ‘poor, deceived handsome guy.’ The more you try to defend me, the more the internet will think I have ‘deep pockets’ and am using my ‘connections’ to bully a poor little intern.” “Then what the hell are we supposed to do? Just let her throw this toxic sludge all over you?!” I hung up the phone, staring intensely at Chloe’s tear-stained face on the screen. I suddenly realized that the way she looked at Liam in the ER last night was incredibly bizarre. That wasn’t the look an intern gives a senior administrative colleague. That was… obsession. Jealousy. Bitter resentment. She kept repeating phrases like “for your own good” and “she’s not good enough for you.” Why would a brand-new intern care so intensely about my brother’s love life? Unless… she already knew him. An absurd, wild theory flashed like lightning through my brain. I abruptly sat up and dialed Liam’s number again. “Liam, I need you to do something for me. Right now. I need you to log into the hospital’s internal staff forum.” “Huh? Right now? Why?” “Don’t ask questions. Just search for a specific thread.” I gave him a few keywords based on a fuzzy memory. “Search: ‘Dr. Carter,’ ‘girlfriend,’ ‘not good enough.’” The other end of the line went silent. As a hospital administrator, Liam had unrestricted access to the internal network. Five minutes later, he called me back. His voice was laced with utter shock and disbelief. “Serena… how… how the hell did you know about this?” He sent me a screenshot. It was a thread from three months ago, posted in the forum’s “Anonymous Gossip” section. Title: [Confession] Dr. Carter in Admin is such an amazing guy, but is his girlfriend way too high-maintenance? Body: [OP is a new intern. Today in the cafeteria, I saw Dr. Carter eating his lunch. His girlfriend (I think that’s who it was) called him, and he literally had to drop his food and run all the way down to the lobby café just to buy her some limited-edition strawberry frappuccino.] [Last week, I also saw his girlfriend making him carry her bags around the hospital courtyard. She was bossing him around so much, but Dr. Carter has such a good temper, he just smiled the whole time.] [Plus, I heard his girlfriend burns through money like crazy, and Dr. Carter practically gives her his entire paycheck.] [What is the appeal of a woman like this? Why would Dr. Carter ever settle for her? I honestly feel so bad for him!] The replies below were all over the place. [OP, do you have a crush on Dr. Carter or something?] [Hahaha, Dr. Carter is practically the hospital heartthrob. Half the staff has a crush on him.] [I’ve seen that woman too. She’s definitely pretty, but she looks like a total bitch.] And the OP, when accused of having a crush, frantically replied with a massive paragraph: [I do NOT! Stop making things up! I just feel bad for Dr. Carter! He’s such an incredible person, why should he have to get played by a woman like that?!] I stared at the screenshot, my hands and feet turning ice cold. Three months ago, I came to the hospital to get my teeth cleaned. Liam bought me a drink, but he got the wrong flavor, so I told him to go back down and get the right one. Last week, my mom told us to go pick up her physical exam results. I did some shopping on the way, so I made him carry my bags. As for his paycheck… his debit card was confiscated by my mom ages ago because he’s terrible with money. I hold onto it now, and I essentially give him a monthly allowance. I took a deep breath, my voice dropping to a freezing temperature. “Liam, trace the IP address of the original poster.” Liam: “…Serena, the IP is pinging from Intern Dorm Building A.” “Building A… who lives there?” “…Dermatology interns, and a few from Internal Medicine.” Liam paused. “Chloe… lives in Building A.” 03 I laughed. I laughed so hard tears almost pricked my eyes. This wasn’t a medical misdiagnosis. This wasn’t a random, unlucky encounter. This was a premeditated, deliberate hit job fueled by an unrequited crush. Chloe didn’t misread my symptoms. She had already “diagnosed” me as a disease. She wasn’t trying to “treat” me; she was trying to “punish” me. She wanted to punish me, the “bitch” who was “not good enough” for Liam, the “horrible woman” who was “tricking” him. Alright, then. You want to settle this on the internet? Right at that exact moment, a new friend request popped up on my phone. The profile picture was Chloe’s innocent, pitiful face. I accepted it. Her messages instantly flooded in. [Miss Serena Miller, I assume? I honestly never expected things to blow up this massively online.] [I already know I made a mistake, and I’ve begged for forgiveness. But as a medical professional, let me give you a piece of advice: a girl should respect her own body. Maybe you shouldn’t let your personal life get so messy.] That sickeningly arrogant, condescending tone… she honestly thought she was some kind of savior. I stared at those words, so angry I couldn’t help but laugh. I started typing out a furious string of curses, but my finger paused over the send button. What was the point of cursing her out? It would only give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me. I deleted the paragraph of profanity and calmly typed a single sentence. [Are you at the hospital right now?] Chloe clearly hadn’t anticipated that response. After a few seconds, she just replied with a question mark. Seeing that question mark, a cold, predatory smirk curled on my lips. I didn’t bother replying. I just dialed Liam’s number. “Liam, I need a favor.” “Anything, Serena. Just say it.” “I need you to go live on your TikTok account.” “Huh?” “And title the stream: [The Truth About the “Little Sheep’s” Patient Slander: The Guy Involved Speaks Out.]” 04 Early the next morning, Liam and I walked back into the hospital. Liam had a decent following on TikTok—a few tens of thousands of followers he’d gained from posting gym videos and administrative behind-the-scenes content. The moment the livestream started and the title was pinned, thousands of viewers flooded in. The vast majority were people who had eaten up the “Little Sheep” drama from the night before, rushing in specifically to trash the “slutty girlfriend” and the “blind, pathetic boyfriend.” [Ew, this bitch actually showed her face at the hospital again?] [Is this guy insane? He’s so hot, why is he defending a chick with stage-two syphilis?] [You city people are absolutely wild!] I completely ignored the chat and walked straight into the main ER lobby. Sure enough, Chloe was there. She wasn’t wearing her scrubs. She was dressed in a pristine white sundress, chatting and laughing with another nurse, completely unfazed by her supposed “suspension.” When she saw me, she froze for a second, then her lips twisted into an arrogant, condescending smirk. But when her eyes shifted past me and landed on Liam—who was walking right beside me, holding his phone up and actively livestreaming—all the color violently drained from her face. In a fraction of a second, her expression morphed into one of pure, tearful desperation. She practically sprinted over to us, bowing ninety degrees over and over again. “Dr. Carter! Miss Miller! I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” “I swear, I had no idea the internet would react like that… I shouldn’t have exposed your illness. I was just so terrified you were going to infect other people…” While she cried, she kept stealing sideways glances at Liam. Her performance was Oscar-worthy. The livestream chat instantly exploded. [Did you hear that?! She admitted it’s an ‘illness’ and not an ‘allergy’!] [I’m gonna be sick. This bitch actually dragged her ‘boyfriend’ here to cause a scene?] I swallowed down the tidal wave of rage in my chest and coldly cut off her pathetic little performance. “Illness? Great.” I held up a manila folder for the camera to see. “Last night’s blood test results are finished. They’re right in here.” Chloe’s sobbing abruptly stopped. “But I know exactly what people will say. They’ll say we used our ‘connections’ to force the hospital to doctor the results.” I turned to the camera. I turned to face the growing crowd of onlookers in the lobby. “So, right now, in front of the entire internet and everyone in this room, I am going to register as a patient again, draw my blood again, and run a complete, comprehensive STD screening!” “And that’s not all.” I turned to Liam. Liam knew the drill. He immediately dialed a number on speakerphone. “Hello, Notary Public Office? I need an expedited, on-site notarization service immediately…” “Wait…” Chloe’s face went from pale to ghostly white. Right at that moment, Dr. Evans—the attending from yesterday—rushed onto the scene, his face dark with fury. “This is absurd! What do you think this hospital is? A reality TV set?!” He was clearly trying to shut the whole thing down. Liam didn’t say a word. He walked right up to Dr. Evans and whispered something in his ear. I only caught a few fragments: “…the hospital director…”, “…internal forum…”, “…malicious defamation…” Dr. Evans’s face rapidly shifted from white, to green, and finally to a sick, ashen gray. He glared at Chloe with a look so lethal he looked ready to swallow her whole. Finally, speaking through tightly clenched teeth, he forced out three words: “Let her test.” I took Liam’s phone, walked up to the counter, paid the fees, and registered. I stared blankly into the camera, completely ignoring the toxic sludge pouring into the live chat. Blood drawn. Urine sample taken. Every single test administered… The notary officials arrived quickly. Two staff members set up professional cameras, recording the entire chain of custody. Throughout the entire process, I remained completely, chillingly calm. Chloe tried to find excuses to slip away multiple times, but Liam stood blocking the exit of the lab like a bouncer, physically turning her back around every single time. Her face grew paler by the minute, panic finally bleeding into her eyes. When all the tests were done, I crossed my arms and sat in the hospital lobby, waiting. The viewer count on the livestream had broken 100,000. Everyone was waiting for the grand finale of this circus. Two hours later, I was handed the freshly printed stack of lab reports. I didn’t even look at them. I handed the entire stack, along with the notarized documents, directly to Dr. Evans. “Dr. Evans,” I offered a polite, razor-sharp smile. “You are the attending physician. You are the expert here. Do me a favor and read my test results out loud for the hundreds of thousands of people watching this stream.” Dr. Evans’s white coat was completely soaked in sweat. He took the stack of papers, his hands trembling violently. He cleared his throat and started reading, page by page. “Complete Blood Count… Normal.” “Liver Function… Normal.” “Kidney Function… Normal.” … He read quickly, right up until he reached the very last page. His voice suddenly completely vanished. He looked up, shooting me an incredibly bizarre look, then looked back down at the paper. His eyes were filled with intense hesitation and a sliver of… pity? The livestream chat instantly picked up on the sudden shift. [Why did he stop reading? What does the last page say?!] [Say it already! The suspense is killing me!] Under the aggressive urging of over a hundred thousand viewers, the doctor swallowed hard. He looked dead into the camera lens and forced the words out of his mouth: “Treponema Pallidum Antibodies… Positive (+).” “Diagnosis: Syphilis. Stage Two.”
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