After graduating with a Ph.D., I stayed in the hospital and became the most authoritative Neurologist in the hospital.
Terry Morales from the same village as me had a son with a brain tumor and asked me to perform surgery on him.
In order to save his life, I performed surgery on him against the clock.
However, the next day, Terry insisted on not being hospitalized and wanted to take the child home.
The bumpy car ride caused the child's cerebral blood vessels to rupture and he died on the spot.
The patient's family lost their minds, found me coming down from the operating table and stabbed me in the head with a knife.
I looked at the junior beside me for help. She was so frightened that her face turned pale.
She pretended to help me stop the bleeding, but she whispered in my ear like a devil, “Estella, do you know that it was your fiance who secretly told the patient's family that you wanted to get a kickback from the medical expenses, so you did the surgery on purpose.
“If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for blocking my way. I can only be the genius Neurologist.”
I sank into the darkness unwillingly and when I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when I diagnosed Terry's son.
Faced with Terry who was clamoring to change doctors, I readily agreed.
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“Estella, what nonsense are you talking about? How old is my son? He can eat and sleep well, how come he has a tumor?”
“What a joke! If there's a cut on the head, the person will die, right?”
“Estella, we are all from the same village. We cannot make money from such dirty tricks.”
The woman in front of me was dark and fat and she looked at me with a shrewd calculation in her eyes.
I looked at her, disbelief flashed across my eyes and the feeling of my head being pierced seemed to have happened just a second ago.
‘Strange, I remember I was dead?’ I wondered in my heart.
“Auntie, don't get excited,” Selly Ivonne, the intern, said, “Take your child to get checked out. Dr. Estella is the most authoritative neurologist in our hospital.
“She was specially recruited from a university by the former Dean of our hospital. They are among the best in the domestic field."
She tried to persuade her, but Terry pushed her towards me.
“Don't think I don't know that you guys are looking for kickbacks. The cost of the inspection alone is several hundred!
“The cost is not that high at all. We need to change doctors!”
I looked at Terry who was filled with indignation and a hint of coldness flashed across my eyes.
She was holding a fat boy in her arms while staring at me and Selly with wide eyes. The man next to him looked at his phone silently with a sullen face.
I realized that I was born again.
In my previous life, it was this couple in front of me who caused my tragedy.
After graduating with a Ph.D., I was invited to the hospital of my mentor's friend.
There were domestic Intracranial Research Cases and Neurological Testing Facilities.
Because of the friendship with the older generation, I chose to stay here.
During my university years, I followed my mentor and flew to various countries to study, so I could say that I was very familiar with the intracranial nerves.
In order to prevent problems before they arise and to minimize harm to patients, I always recommend using the most fundamental method to resolve the problem.
In order to save the patient's life, every minute and every second is precious.
Sometimes, I even paid out of my own pocket and took on the responsibility just to fight death for my life.
It was not until Terry, a middle age woman, from the same village found me that I immediately determined that her son, Loyd Morales, had intracranial vascular sclerosis and needed immediate surgery.
However, I did not receive any words of gratitude after the operation. They even secretly transferred me to another hospital because Loyd's intracranial nerves and blood vessels ruptured due to the bumpy journey.
However, Terry and her family blamed me for everything.
