As a top-tier surgeon, when I announced my resignation and that I would no longer operate, every surgeon in the hospital was thrilled. They even threw a celebration party. But only the intern my wife brought in—hailed as a once-in-a-century medical genius—came to me looking deeply troubled. “Dr. Bennett, even though you made a few mistakes in recent surgeries, your skills are still there. We need you. The patients need you too.” His face was full of earnest concern. If I weren’t the one involved, I might have actually believed him. I turned and walked away without expression. In my previous life, he was an intern who assisted me in surgeries. But during each operation, my body would suddenly lose control, and Dylan would step in at the critical moment to finish the surgery flawlessly. After several instances, he became the medical genius everyone praised, while I became a fraud who didn’t deserve my reputation. To prove my true abilities, I took on a surgery for a patient with a world-class rare condition, despite enormous pressure. I spent sleepless nights researching materials, finding similar cases, and developing a surgical plan. But when I stepped confidently onto the operating table, my body lost control again. Dylan once more stepped in to complete the surgery perfectly—and his surgical approach was exactly the same as what I had planned. He became the miracle doctor in everyone’s eyes, while I became the quack everyone despised. Unable to accept this crushing blow, I ended my life with a scalpel. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Dylan first arrived at the hospital.
“The patient started hemorrhaging suddenly just now, and our great Dr. Bennett froze completely. Thank God Dylan was there, or we would’ve been in serious trouble.” “And he still calls himself a top surgeon—isn’t he embarrassed? Always putting on that high-and-mighty act. Well, now that we have a genius like Dylan for comparison, how can he even show his face in the operating room anymore?” The familiar mocking voices pulled me back to reality. That’s when I realized—I had been reborn. I ignored their taunts and headed straight to neurology for a full physical examination. The results showed I was completely normal. I suspected the problem lay with Dylan. To test my theory, I immediately took another surgery, but this time I refused to let Dylan into the operating room with me. The surgery began smoothly, but at the most critical moment, my body lost control again. And just then, as if he had somehow known in advance, Dylan rushed in and completed the rest of the surgery. After leaving the operating room, Deputy Director Marcus called me into his office and spoke to me with heartfelt concern. “Bennett, have you been overworking yourself lately? How about I give you a few days off to rest?” “Don’t worry about the hospital. I think that young man Dylan is quite capable—he’s done beautifully on these last few surgeries.” “You’re not getting any younger. Maybe you should consider stepping back to a less demanding position.” I looked at the deputy director in disbelief—my mentor, the man who should know my abilities best. Even he didn’t trust me anymore? My eyes instantly reddened. “Professor, even you don’t believe in my skills anymore?” Seeing my reaction, the deputy director sighed deeply. “You’re my student. Of course I know what you’re capable of.” “But based on your recent performance, I think it’s time for you to step down.” I left the director’s office in a daze and returned to the surgical department. Everyone was gathered around Dylan, asking him about emergency solutions for unexpected complications during surgery. And he generously shared his knowledge, holding nothing back. But what he was saying—it was all experience I had accumulated over the years. How was this possible? This knowledge came from my own summary of over a thousand surgeries. I had never systematically taught it to anyone. Everyone kept exclaiming with admiration. “Dylan, you really are a legendary medical genius. You’ve only been in a few surgeries, yet you can think of so many emergency protocols and execute them so well. Is this just the difference between people?” At that moment, my wife Victoria spotted me through the crowd and pulled her lips into a mocking smile. “Dylan is a true genius—unlike certain people who’ve done so many surgeries yet still get paralyzed with fear during major hemorrhaging. I don’t know how they have the nerve to call themselves a top surgeon.” Dylan followed her gaze to me, his eyes flashing with undisguised satisfaction. “Victoria, don’t talk about Bennett like that. He’s your husband, after all.” “I came here to learn from Dr. Bennett, not to compete with him. Since I have a natural talent for surgery, I should use it properly to save more patients.” His words earned a chorus of praise and approval. At first, everyone had been skeptical of Dylan’s genius, but after he repeatedly rescued critical situations with perfect surgical execution, they gradually became convinced. Even the hospital administration valued him highly and made him a priority for development. He became the miracle doctor everyone competed to work with. My wife and colleagues, who used to revolve around me, all abandoned me to fawn over Dylan instead. I could understand why. In this situation, aligning with Dylan would easily get them more resources and rewards. “Dylan, you’re too generous! Bennett can’t even compare to you. In the last surgery, he was afraid you’d steal his spotlight, so he deliberately kept you out of the operating room. In the end, you still had to clean up his mess.” “Exactly. Whenever I ask him anything, he never answers. He just says he can only teach during actual surgery. I think he just doesn’t know and is making excuses.” “Dylan, you’re the future hope of our surgical department. We’re counting on you.”
I looked coldly at this group of people with Dylan at their center. In my previous life, it was exactly this kind of treatment that drove me to end my life with a scalpel. Instead, it had only benefited Victoria and Dylan. Given a second chance at life, I would take back everything that belonged to me. I turned and left in silence, not returning to the home I shared with Victoria. Instead, I went back to the apartment I had bought for myself before marriage. I couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong. But I was certain of one thing—this had something to do with Dylan. Even if he were a so-called medical genius, he couldn’t possibly come up with such detailed emergency protocols without sufficient practical experience. More importantly, every time he stole the spotlight, my body would suddenly stop obeying me. What had Dylan done to me? At that thought, a name suddenly flashed through my mind. Yes! Him. I could tell him what was happening to me—maybe he would know how to solve it. I quickly found his phone number and called him. He answered almost immediately. I explained in detail the strange occurrences with my body and Dylan’s suspicious behavior. After a moment of contemplation, he said he would have an answer for me in three days. He told me to avoid contact with Dylan as much as possible during those three days. With his assurance, I felt much more at ease. I immediately requested a week off from the hospital. I had thought I could relax for a few days. But while I was avoiding Dylan, he had no intention of letting me go. On the morning of my third day off, Victoria suddenly called me. Her tone was extremely unfriendly as she interrogated me. “Bennett, why didn’t you tell me you were taking time off?” I had no patience for her anymore. “What does my taking time off have to do with you?” Victoria paused on the other end. But only for a moment. Then she commanded me irritably. “Never mind that. Get to the hospital right now.” I laughed coldly. “I’m on vacation. If you need something, find someone else.” I hung up decisively and turned off my phone. I lay back down in bed, about to fall asleep again. Suddenly, someone started pounding on my door. They were also shouting my name. I looked through the peephole—it was Victoria and Dylan. Not wanting them to disturb my neighbors, I opened the door in annoyance. “Victoria, what do you want?” Seeing me open the door, she grabbed my arm without a word and tried to drag me out. I shook her off forcefully. “Are you insane? Say whatever you need to say here, or I’m calling the police.” Victoria’s face turned ashen. “Come back to the hospital with me right now. There’s a surgery today that you have to perform.” I looked at her entitled attitude and laughed mockingly. “Isn’t Dylan the medical genius? Can’t he just do it? Why do you need me?” Victoria’s face showed nothing but impatience. “Bennett, I’m giving you one last chance. Are you coming back to the hospital with me or not?” “No!” I refused coldly and decisively. She laughed coldly in anger. “You’re forcing my hand.” Then she shoved her phone in my face. A video was playing on the screen. In the video, a woman was trying to press an envelope of cash into my hands, which I refused. The next second, she was crying and kneeling in front of me, begging desperately. I remembered this incident. The woman’s son had suffered a sudden stroke, and I had treated him. After the surgery, the woman tried to give me money privately to thank me for saving her son’s life. When I refused, she immediately knelt in front of me, crying and pleading. I looked at Victoria in confusion. “Why are you showing me this?” Victoria’s lips curved into a provocative smile. “Don’t rush. Keep watching.” The recorded video ended, and the woman who had been kneeling before me appeared on camera. Dressed in shabby clothes, she tearfully accused me in front of the camera. “It was this Dr. Bennett who caused my son to become paralyzed.” “At the time, he refused to operate on my son because he thought the money I offered him privately wasn’t enough, and we missed the optimal treatment window.” “But I really couldn’t come up with more money. It’s my fault for being useless and harming my son.” The video ended there. Victoria threatened me with a cold laugh. “If you don’t obediently come back with me today, I’ll post this online and completely destroy your reputation!” I looked at Victoria in disbelief. I never imagined she would frame me like this for Dylan’s sake. “Fine. I’ll go back with you.” Since you want me back so badly, I’ll grant your wish—just don’t regret it later.
As soon as I stepped through the hospital entrance, Dr. Rachel, the head of surgery, grabbed me and rushed me inside. “Bennett, thank God you’re here. We just got a car accident victim with intracranial hemorrhaging, and we also discovered an intracranial aneurysm.” “You’re the only one in our hospital who’s performed this type of surgery. Get ready quickly.” I asked about the patient’s condition in detail—there was no immediate life-threatening danger for now. I watched Dylan preparing to change into his surgical scrubs and said calmly: “Director, as you know about my recent situation, I’m really not in any condition to perform surgery.” Hearing my words, the director’s face flashed with hesitation, but she couldn’t think of anyone more suitable than me. Watching the director’s forehead break out in sweat from anxiety, I tentatively suggested: “Director, don’t panic yet. I’ll find someone to come over. They should make it in time.” Dylan, who had just been looking pleased, suddenly went pale. Before the director could respond, he anxiously objected. “No!” The director and I both looked at him. His face showed a flash of awkwardness. “I mean… the patient might not be able to wait. Since Dr. Bennett is here, just let Dr. Bennett do it.” The director looked at me somewhat hesitantly. “Bennett, why don’t you go ahead and do it?” Before I could speak, Dylan’s eyes turned red with urgency. “Dr. Bennett, I know you’re still angry at me for stealing your spotlight, but you really can’t just watch someone die.” As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears. Seeing him cry, Victoria’s face filled with heartache, and she looked at me with an even darker expression. “Bennett, that’s enough! I never realized you were such a cold-blooded person.” “Just go do the surgery and let Dylan assist you.” I looked at her coldly. “How am I being cold-blooded? I understand my own condition. I’m not suitable to perform such a complex surgery right now.” “And I already said I would find someone to replace me for this surgery.” My words left Victoria speechless. But then Dylan suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me, crying. “Dr. Bennett, I was wrong. I can resign. I’ll never appear in front of you again.” “But the patient in the operating room really can’t wait. I’m begging you on his behalf—please save him.” His actions instantly ignited the anger of everyone present against me. “Is this even a doctor? This is a butcher.” “How can he be so cold-blooded, refusing to save a life?” Then someone shouted: “I just saw online that someone exposed him—he refuses surgery when families don’t give him money under the table.” This was like adding fuel to fire, pushing everyone’s anger to its peak. No one would listen to my explanations anymore. The scene instantly descended into chaos, with people rushing at me to attack. “Beat this heartless doctor who refuses to save lives to death!” “Kill him!” I was surrounded by the crowd. I don’t know who kicked my knee viciously. “You beast, get down on your knees!” I collapsed in pain, clearly hearing the sound of bone cracking. Then someone grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the floor. “You unscrupulous doctor who values money over lives—confess!” My forehead instantly began bleeding, and my vision kept going dark. Unable to resist, I could only curl up on the ground with my arms protecting my head while the crowd beat me. Their fists rained down on me like a storm. I don’t know who kicked me viciously in the abdomen—I immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Only then did security arrive to control the angry mob. The director and several colleagues helped me up as I was about to lose consciousness. Looking up, I saw the satisfaction in Dylan’s eyes. He wanted to force me to perform this surgery, then use the same trick again. He wanted to step on me to gain higher honors while I would be completely destroyed with no chance of recovery. He was paving his path to advancement with my flesh and blood. “Dr. Bennett, please just agree. Otherwise, we can’t save you either.” Dylan’s expression was earnest as he pressured me once more. I silently scanned the faces of everyone present—angry ones, mocking ones, and those waiting to see me humiliated. Among them were patients I had treated. But now they all glared at me like I was their enemy. Just then, my phone rang.
I answered and listened silently, then couldn’t help but pull my lips into a mocking smile. Seeing this, the crowd became angry again and wanted to rush at me. “He’s still smiling! Absolutely cold-blooded—not even human! Beat him to death!” But I suddenly bowed deeply to the crowd. “I’m sorry. As you can all see, in my current condition, I simply cannot perform surgery.” As I spoke, I raised my right hand, which had been trampled until it was covered in blood, my fingers hanging limply. A flash of panic crossed the eyes of those who had just beaten me, but they quickly became self-righteous again. “We beat you because you value money over lives—you don’t deserve to be a doctor!” “Since everyone thinks I’m unworthy, then I hereby announce that from today forward, I’m stepping back from the front lines and will no longer perform surgery.” I looked calmly at Dylan’s face, which was gradually turning deathly pale. I wanted to see how he could still be a medical genius without me. Hearing this, everyone present first froze, then someone shouted “good” first. “Good! At least you have some conscience and know when to get lost.” Some colleagues who had long been unhappy with me showed delight on their faces, quietly celebrating. “I’ve been annoyed with him for ages. Finally, he’s gone.” Although the director still seemed somewhat hesitant, I could see she was secretly relieved. “That’s fine. You’ve been exhausted all these years—it’s time to rest.” I swept my gaze coldly over everyone. Most of their faces showed varying degrees of pleasure. Among them were patients I had treated, and doctors I had trained personally. Some of them—I had taught their skills. Some of them—I had saved their jobs. And some of them—I had saved their lives. But they seemed to have forgotten all of that. Now they were all unanimously gloating over my failure. But Victoria and Dylan, who should have been the happiest, looked extremely unpleasant at this moment. Dylan’s eyes were full of panic as he grabbed me before I could leave. “Dr. Bennett, you can’t leave. The patient in the operating room is still waiting for you to save them.” “I took your class in college, and I still remember how you emphasized to us repeatedly that human life is paramount.” “I know you’re a good doctor who just made a mistake.” “But as long as you’re willing to change, we’ll all forgive you.” I laughed coldly and shook him off. “Dylan, are you blind? My hand can’t even hold a scalpel right now—how am I supposed to perform surgery?” Hearing this, Dylan thought there might still be room for negotiation, and a flash of delight crossed his face. “Dr. Bennett, you don’t have to operate yourself. Just be my assistant and guide me through it from the side.” I looked at him coldly. “Dylan, aren’t you a medical genius?” “Several times before, you had to finish my surgeries. I believe your abilities surpass mine.” “Even without me, you can handle this surgery, can’t you?” Seeing me so stubborn, Dylan’s tears were about to fall. Victoria also blocked my path, her face still wearing that cold expression. “Bennett! Enough with the tantrum!” “Dylan is doing this for your own good.” “Your reputation is already bad. If you do this surgery, you might still have a chance to turn things around.” I stared at her coldly, enunciating each word clearly. “I don’t need it!” Victoria’s expression grew even darker. “Why have you become so unreasonable?” “I’m warning you—if you don’t go into that operating room today, we’re getting divorced.” I smiled mockingly. “Victoria, do you think I can continue living with you?” “I’ve already retained a lawyer. The divorce papers will be delivered to you tomorrow.” Victoria froze. She couldn’t believe I would initiate a divorce. After all, for the past ten-plus years, I had been the one desperately maintaining this household. I prepared carefully for her birthday every year. I prepared everything for all our anniversaries and practically dragged her to celebrate them. I had never refused any of her requests. I had carefully protected our relationship and managed our marriage. She couldn’t believe I would give up on my feelings for her so easily. Victoria didn’t stop me again. I walked right past her. But Dylan still wasn’t ready to give up. He rushed in front of me. With a “thud,” he knelt before me again, crying bitterly. “Dr. Bennett, I’m begging you. You just need to enter the operating room—I’ll handle everything else.” Seeing the crowd getting agitated again because of his performance, I rolled my eyes and fainted on the spot.
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