In my previous life, in order to save him, I even paid for some of his expenses out of my own pocket for the sake of being from the same hometown as him.
The operation was successful, but I did not expect that the Morales Family would carry him out of the hospital behind my back.
He could not ride on bumpy roads after a cranial surgery. Rural roads were full of potholes, not to mention that sometimes buses might have to brake suddenly.
There were only three golden minutes for intracranial vascular sclerosis. But transportation was inconvenient in the countryside and rescue was impossible.
I became the scapegoat and the culprit and my parents were also implicated.
I only realized after my death that all this was a conspiracy, even my forensic fiance, Pierre Lester, was involved in this conspiracy.
Bethany was his first love. For her, he went against his professional conscience, tampered with the autopsy report and put the blame on me.
“Okay, I promise you, Loyd will have nothing to do with me from now on and I will no longer be concerned about his health, life or death.”
“Estella, you are too cold!” Bethany sighed and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Morales, your child is not in serious trouble.
“I'm also a neurologist. The child probably has a cold. He will be fine after a few days of intravenous drips.”
Bethany touched the child carefully, with a smile on her face as sweet as her name.
“Mom, I saw an angel!”
“This is a real doctor! The doctor just now was so cold-blooded.”
“You keep doing surgery for no reason. Do you really think that our money is blown by the wind?”
“Yeah, we don't fight with knives, so we just cut everything with a knife.”
“They are really crazy about making dirty money.”
I ignored these people's voices, even when they were clamoring to make a new registration and go to Bethany's place.
There was an unconcealable joy in Bethany's eyes. She was so sure that she would win.
After all, if this continued, the number of patients she treated this month would definitely far exceed that of me. So, the position of Director of the Neurology Department would definitely be hers.
“Estella, it's a deal. I'll ask my assistant to transfer their cases to me.”
Bethany did not expect everything to go so smoothly. She was even planning to talk to Pierre about acting.
She had asked her seniors and the Dean to check beforehand and they all had no major problems, so her cure rate was very stable.
But Estella’s current healing rate was 100%.
She had completed several difficult operations and her reputation in the Neurology Department was getting better and better.
A trace of jealousy flashed across her eyes. Even though her seniors and the Dean gave her special treatment, she still seemed a little overwhelmed in the face of absolute strength.
If this was the case, she would probably become the most marginalized person.
Fortunately, it succeeded.
No matter why Estella gave up the patient, it was a good thing for her all in all.
I looked at Bethany's smug look and sneered silently, “Idiot.”
Loyd's illness indeed looked like a cold, but it was actually very serious.
I had the honor of participating in this operation with Professor Dennis, an internationally renowned and deceased mentor.
Loyd's condition was exactly the same as that patient's.
However, there were very few such patients and Loyd in the previous life was the first case, which was also of great value in research.
But thinking about my experience in my previous life, I did not want to get involved anymore.
I did not try to keep these patients, as they had blamed me for everything in my previous life.
Afterwards, they posted the video online to help Bethany throw dirty water on her head.
“Everyone, if you want to take a number, it's over here.” A voice as gentle as jade sounded.
