The Intern Nurse is a Double-faced Beauty

The new nurse, Yolanda Dennis, was a classic “dumb blonde.”

During surgery, she left a gauze pad inside the patient’s chest, which led to the patient’s death.

After the incident, she threw herself into my boyfriend Vincent Ford’s arms, tears streaming down her face.

“Waa… I didn’t mean to…”

“Vincent, you know I’m always this clumsy…”

Vincent held her close and comforted her gently.

But when the patient’s family came to confront us, he pushed me forward to take the fall.

I was fired, my license was revoked, and I faced revenge from the family. They splashed sulfuric acid on me and hit me to death.

When I opened my eyes again, Yolanda was at the operating table, fumbling as she tried to stitch up a patient’s abdomen.

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“Vincent, which scalpel should I use next?”

“I’m so nervous, Vincent. Please help me…”

At the operating table, Yolanda was struggling under Vincent’s direct supervision, trying to stitch up the patient’s chest cavity.

Her voice was soft and shaky, making her seem heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Vincent soothed her gently, “Don’t worry, you’re doing great for your first time. You’re doing fantastic!”

As I watched the uneven, haphazard stitches on the patient’s chest, a wave of disorientation washed over me.

I had been reborn!

In my previous life, halfway through this surgery, Vincent suddenly decided I should give up my spot as first assistant to the intern Yolanda.

She had barely graduated and had no business being in the operating room.

But with a few pouts and tears, Yolanda convinced Vincent to make an exception.

During the surgery, she batted her innocent eyes and asked about every tool, handing them to Vincent with a naive curiosity.

Her clumsy handling led to severe bleeding and almost ruined the operation, putting the patient’s life in jeopardy.

I snapped at her angrily, but Yolanda just looked up with teary eyes and apologized.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to learn, but I’m naturally clumsy and can’t do anything right…”

As I watched Yolanda, who was still stumbling and fawning while trying to stitch the patient, my hatred boiled over.

This time, I would tear away her phony, pretentious mask piece by piece until she was in unbearable pain!

I knew I had to take my revenge, but without hurting the innocent.

Remembering how the patient had died in my previous life because of the gauze left inside, I shoved Yolanda aside with my elbow.

Everyone was stunned by my sudden move.

Yolanda fell right into Vincent’s arms, instantly bursting into tears with a voice full of false innocence.

“Wendy, are you upset because I took your place?”

“But we’re in the middle of a life-or-death surgery. How could you be so mean to me… Waa…”

Vincent’s face turned crimson with anger. “Wendy! What the hell are you doing? Do you want to kill the patient? Get out of here!”

Every second on the operating table was crucial.

I fixed a cold, steely gaze on Yolanda, who was still crying and making a scene.

“Do you even realize the stakes here? You can’t tell one scalpel from another and keep messing up. You’re jeopardizing lives!”

Her tears flowed even harder, her lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.

“It’s not my fault I’m clumsy… Besides, Wendy, didn’t you start as an intern too?”

I ignored her and turned to the circulating nurse to confirm the number of gauze pads.

Seeing my serious expression, everyone in the room tensed.

After surgery, every tool and supply, including gauze, had to be carefully accounted for.

Missing anything could be deadly.

The nurse counted the items, her face turning white as she stammered.

“There’s one gauze pad missing… We’re short by one!”