At a medical research conference in my past life, my junior colleague Rachel Harris presented a heart disease miracle drug that was identical to mine. My boyfriend Nicholas Prescott stood up to testify for Rachel, claiming I was lying and that the miracle drug was Rachel’s years of research. I was blacklisted by the medical community, and my parents Richard and Nancy Williams, ashamed of me, cut ties completely. In the end, I died miserably on the streets, while Nicholas and Rachel rose to fame using my miracle drug. When I opened my eyes again, I chose to abandon years of hard work and just give up. But Rachel started to panic. “Jocelyn, you’ve been working so hard on your experiments. I specially bought your favorite food for you. By the way, I heard your miracle drug research is almost successful—congratulations!” Hearing the exact same words as in my past life, I was stunned at first, then my heart began racing violently. I had been reborn, back to the eve of the research conference. In my past life, I was devoted to researching a miracle drug for treating congenital heart disease. I spent years conducting research and finally succeeded. But at the medical community’s research conference, Rachel beat me to the presentation, showing off a miracle drug identical to mine. The drug’s effects were remarkable, and as soon as it was demonstrated, it caught the attention of all the medical experts. Watching Rachel present my research as her own achievement, I was both shocked and frantic, so I immediately rushed up to confront her. I demanded: “Why is the product you’re showing identical to mine!” But who would have thought that Nicholas, my boyfriend of three years, would stand right up and speak for Rachel. “Jocelyn, are you still going to deceive yourself at this point!” He looked at me with complete disappointment. “Everyone, I’m Jocelyn Williams’ boyfriend, and I can testify that this miracle drug isn’t her research achievement. As far as I know, the entry she brought today was stolen from this Ms. Rachel!” Nicholas’s testimony immediately caused an uproar. I tried to present my lab data as evidence. But I discovered that five or six years’ worth of files on my computer had been wiped clean, without a trace left behind. So, with Nicholas and Rachel working together, I became a vain thief, expelled and blacklisted from the medical community. Busybodies posted what happened at the scene online, subjecting me to a year of cyberbullying. Richard and Nancy, ashamed of me, decisively cut ties and kicked me out of the house. In the end, because I was mentally distraught, I was stabbed to death by a passing mental patient. Meanwhile, Nicholas and Rachel stepped on my corpse to become celebrities. I snapped back to reality, silently closed the lunch box, and directly asked Nicholas to leave. Right now, I simply couldn’t sit peacefully with the people who had killed me. Nicholas was clearly stunned, his expression turning unpleasant. In our three years together, I had never treated him so coldly. Not knowing what had gotten into me, his previously gentle attitude instantly turned cold, and he left with the lunch box. After he left, I calmed myself down and returned to the lab. Then I went straight to pack up and take away all the data and materials related to the miracle drug. According to my past life’s timeline, I would complete the miracle drug next week. But now, I had no intention of continuing. I was going to wait and see how Rachel and Nicholas would achieve fame and success without me.
When I got home, I saw Richard lounging on the couch with his legs crossed, watching TV while playing with his pet bird. Nancy was bustling around in the kitchen. Hearing me come home, she poked her head out. “Jocelyn, home from work? The electricity and water bills are due again. Remember to transfer this month’s living expenses to me.” I calmly hummed in acknowledgment, changed my shoes after entering, and went straight to my room to pack my things for moving out. As I passed the couch, Richard’s face darkened when he saw me ignoring him. But considering that I covered all the household expenses, he could only mutter under his breath, calling me a “money-losing burden.” During dinner, Richard nudged Nancy with his elbow. Nancy immediately looked at me and said gently: “Jocelyn, how’s work been lately? Your father and I are getting older, and after raising you all these years, we should be able to enjoy ourselves. Your father thinks you should give us a hundred thousand dollars each so we can travel.” After she finished speaking, the dining table fell silent. After I finished eating, I slowly put down my fork and decisively shook my head under their expectant gazes. “I’m moving out. I’ll give you two thousand dollars a month for living expenses from now on. Don’t bother me unless it’s important.” With that, I went back to my room, grabbed my luggage, and left right in front of them. In my previous life, I was dutiful to them, giving them five thousand dollars a month for living expenses. But after being cyberbullied, they found me embarrassing and transferred all the money from my account while I was sick. They even heartlessly kicked me out of the house. So in this lifetime, I won’t foolishly sacrifice myself for the illusion of family affection. I quickly rented an apartment, about 900 square feet. The place had a small balcony, and the one-bedroom, one-living-room space was more than enough for me. I had saved up quite a bit over the years. Now that I didn’t have to spend all my time in the lab, I could finally start enjoying life. But my happy days only lasted a couple of days before annoying people came knocking. “Jocelyn, why did you block me?” Nicholas said pitifully. “And I heard from people in the lab that you haven’t been there in a while. The medical research conference is coming up soon. Are you really going to give up after preparing for so long?” “Yeah, Jocelyn, you’ve devoted five years of your youth to that miracle drug. How can you just give up when you’re so close to the finish line?” Rachel chimed in too. I looked coldly at the two of them playing off each other. “Whether I participate or not is none of your business. Why are you both so anxious? Don’t tell me you want my research.” Both their faces changed instantly. Finding this boring, I turned to leave. But Nicholas quickly rushed in front of me to block my path. He frowned with displeasure, suppressing his anger as he said: “Jocelyn, what’s gotten into you? That miracle drug is years of your hard work. How can you just give up like that? If you’re having problems, you can talk to me!” Rachel panicked too, affectionately grabbing my hand: “Jocelyn, you’ve misunderstood Nicholas and me. We just think it’s such a shame—you put so much effort and money into that miracle drug.” The money and effort were all mine. What did it have to do with them? Too lazy to keep arguing with them, I casually brushed them off, saying I’d be back at the lab soon, and finally managed to get away.
After returning to my rented place, I dug out the photo album I’d brought from home. Throughout my life, I had pitifully few photos of myself. Richard and Nancy didn’t like me, thinking I was just a girl who couldn’t carry on the family line. If Richard hadn’t lost his ability to have children in that accident, they would have given me away long ago. After getting together with Nicholas, he was gentle and considerate, giving me the tolerance and love I’d never received before. He didn’t like taking photos together, so I secretly snapped pictures of him with my phone. Then I’d deliberately print them out and keep them in my album to preserve these beautiful memories. But now, looking at these photos, I only felt heartache. I tore up each photo and burned them, watching my former sincerity and love turn to ash with the smoke. After cleaning everything up, I opened the windows to air out the room. Then I lay on the couch and skillfully logged into Rachel’s Twitter using my alternate account. Starting three years ago, she’d been posting about heart disease medication research on social media. From material selection and experiments to various data, she shared everything like it was part of her daily life. In my previous life, after I filed my appeal, Rachel pitifully made her Twitter public. She claimed she’d been researching since three years ago and hadn’t stolen my results at all. In contrast, I had no online records, couldn’t even produce lab surveillance footage. Even my assistant had been bought off by Rachel to give false testimony. I was left speechless, caught in a massive public opinion storm. So after my rebirth, I immediately registered an alternate Twitter account and tracked down her social media. Her posts had shifted from beauty and fashion to medical research three years ago. But recently, her medication research progress had stalled right around when I left. Looking at the familiar lab and data in her posts, my brow couldn’t help but twitch. I had to wonder if I’d fallen into an elaborate scam. Because my meeting with Nicholas was arranged by Rachel. She said Nicholas was her childhood friend who couldn’t stop thinking about me after seeing me once at school. That’s why Nicholas asked her to introduce us. Nicholas was indeed very good to me back then, one hundred percent considerate. My friends, seeing how well he treated me, had almost no complaints about him. But as our relationship went on, he became increasingly dismissive of me. I originally thought our feelings had just faded, but it turned out he simply didn’t want to keep up the act anymore. Thinking about this, I rubbed my throbbing temples. I was such a fool, being deceived for over three years without realizing it. But remembering my tragic death in my previous life, my desire for revenge spread uncontrollably. The next day, I returned to the lab. Nicholas and Rachel were obviously happy, and their attitudes toward me improved considerably. While I was doing experiments, they kept bringing me coffee and desserts. But when they discovered I’d been slacking off for several days straight, they immediately panicked. Especially Rachel. “Jocelyn! You’re supposed to be doing experiments, how can you be playing on your phone here? And the data on your computer hasn’t been updated either. What have you been doing these past two days?” she demanded with a frown. I waved my hand dismissively: “Experiments take time. Can’t I rest while waiting for results? And how do you know my computer data hasn’t been updated? Are you monitoring me?” Rachel hadn’t expected me to respond like this. She frantically explained that I was overthinking it, that she was just concerned about me, that I was misunderstanding her. I could see her eyes reddening as she was about to cry pitifully. I quickly put on my headphones – out of sight, out of mind. When Nicholas came in, he saw me standing to the side playing on my phone while Rachel was crying. He almost immediately rushed to Rachel’s side, opening his mouth to scold me. But after seeing my cold gaze, he held back, finally saying dryly: “Rachel, what’s wrong?” Then he started comforting her. Rachel then pitifully told Nicholas that nothing had happened, that it was her fault for making me angry. She was just trying to encourage me to work seriously on my experiments. After saying this, she glanced at me pitifully, as if I were some unforgivable villain. I sighed. Watching them perform was truly exhausting, so I simply closed my laptop and left. Drawing on my experience from my previous life, I quickly produced the finished special-effect medication. After sending it to the testing center for analysis, it would be ready as my entry for the research conference. On the day of the conference, I saw Rachel dressed elegantly, her chin held high throughout, looking absolutely confident of victory. The research conference was a prestigious exchange competition held every five years in the medical field. If you could place in the conference, you’d not only receive substantial prize money but also network with medical industry leaders. After completing the special-effect medication, Nicholas never contacted me again. He resumed his cold treatment toward me as before. But today, he suddenly became enthusiastic, not only coming to pick me up for the conference but also offering to carry my bag. He was as warm and attentive as when we first started dating. After the research conference began, various competition entries were presented one by one. Some, like mine, were medications for treating specific diseases, while others were designed medical equipment. Overall, everything was pretty much the same as in my previous life. I was getting drowsy watching until Rachel took the stage, which perked me up a bit. Just like in my previous life, after Rachel began introducing her special-effect medication, everyone present became interested. She introduced each aspect systematically: the medication’s components, manufacturing process, and therapeutic effects. She certainly appeared very professional. After her presentation, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. She smiled smugly, then looked toward me and shook her head provocatively. I lowered my head and smiled, then stood up calmly and said in a voice everyone could hear: “I have something to say. Ms. Harris, how many years of hard work went into this special-effect medication? How did something I’ve been researching for five years suddenly become yours?” The surroundings immediately fell silent, followed by even more heated discussion. “What does this mean?” “I checked the competition information. This woman is called Jocelyn Williams, and her project is also about cardiac special-effect medication.” “I’ve heard of Jocelyn Williams! She’s Professor Arthur Hastings’ student.” Faced with my questioning, the gracious smile on Rachel’s face slowly faded. The next second, her eyes filled with tears as she said weakly: “Jocelyn, I know you’re jealous that I was able to develop the special-effect medication, but this is my life’s work.” “I can give you the person I love, I can give you my laboratory, but today I really can’t be weak anymore.” With that, Rachel bowed deeply to me. “Jocelyn, my Twitter has evidence that I’ve been researching this since three years ago. You can’t just be jealous because I’ve achieved something.” The research conference was being livestreamed, and many netizens had witnessed the scene. Rachel had attracted quite a following with her persona as a high-IQ beauty on Twitter, so people immediately began attacking me online. “Who is this woman? We’ve witnessed Rachel’s entire journey.” “I know, right? She’s so shameless, claiming the results are hers just like that?” “Damn, this b*tch is even bullying Rachel. No wonder Rachel always says she’s unhappy at school!” The next second, I felt the man beside me move. He shot up angrily, pointing his finger at me just like in my previous life. “Jocelyn, how can you lie like this? The special-effect medication is clearly Rachel’s life’s work. Haven’t you bullied her enough? Everyone, I’m Jocelyn’s boyfriend, and I can testify that she never researched any special-effect medication. I really can’t continue being her accomplice.” I stood there accepting the same accusations and cold stares as in my previous life. But I felt no panic or anxiety. I pulled out the test report I’d prepared beforehand and asked the conference organizer to compare my and Rachel’s competition materials. Then I watched this scene with interest, anticipating the moment Rachel would be exposed. The organizer’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rachel and me, finally looking toward the other attendees. He finally said gravely: “Ms. Williams, the test reports for you and Ms. Harris show that your medications have identical components, and Ms. Harris’s test report is even earlier than yours.” This statement caused an immediate uproar in the crowd. And I stared wide-eyed, my brow furrowing. The special-effect medication I’d left in the laboratory was clearly defective, and I’d even switched some of the components. But why was what she presented today identical to my finished product? At this moment, Rachel suddenly bit her lip, walked down from the stage, and grabbed my hand. “Jocelyn, as long as you apologize to me, I can let everything from before slide.” She leaned close to me and said in a voice only we could hear: “So what if you switched the components? Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Seeing my face gradually pale, Rachel lowered her head and smiled maliciously. “Jocelyn, no matter how hard you try, it’s useless. I’m the winner.”
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