บททั้งหมดของ Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Not long ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor at the hospital where Mom was working. But sadly, even as the hospital director, she had no idea about my condition. She even said I was just putting on an act. My attending physician said I was in a precarious situation. But if we could bring in Dr. Julian Xanders, the renowned brain tumor specialist, there might still be a chance for me to survive. And he just so happened to be Mom's close friend from university. There were times I tried to approach her with my medical records to get her help, but she didn't even bother to take a proper look. She merely threw the files to the floor and snapped, "I'm busy. Can you stop playing these silly games on me?"As time went on, my condition worsened. The tumor began to affect my optic nerve, and I eventually turned blind. All I could do was endure the pain in bed. Unable to bear it anymore, my attending physician sought Mom out. "Dr. Zieck, Zachary really doesn't have much time le

There was a reason why Mom favored Sean. When we were young, she smacked Sean twice because he finished an entire jar of candy. The next day, she took us out, and while we were waiting at the traffic light, Sean pushed her onto the busy road out of resentment.He didn't use much force, but Mom's guard was down. And just like that, she stumbled onto the road. The moment she hit the ground, a car sped past and broke her hand. When she glanced back at us, my arms were still outstretched—I had been trying to save her. But she assumed I was the devil's spawn, trying to end her life, the one responsible for ruining her bright future. The real culprit, however, stood there crying and gained all of Mom's sympathy. She thought Sean was worried about her, but she had no idea the one who ruined her career was her favorite son. Fortunately, Mom wasn't in danger. Her hand eventually recovered after the surgery, but as a cardiac surgeon, she could no longer perform operations.The hospit

Mom grew even more furious seeing Yvonne, who had seemed so meek just moments ago, now standing her ground so aggressively. "Yvonne," she snapped. "I'm warning you… you'd better know your place. Be careful, or I'll fire you the moment I get back!"Get out of my sight while I still have some mercy left!"Words lodged in Yvonne's throat. Unable to speak anymore, she wiped her tears and turned around to leave. I wanted to speak up for her, to defend someone who had only ever tried to help me. But no matter how hard I screamed, no sound came out. I could only watch helplessly as she disappeared around the corner, crying. I couldn't even wipe her tears away for her.After she left, Sean tried to comfort Mom."It's okay, Mom. Don't be angry. Maybe Zachary's still bitter about me taking that medical award from him last time."Mom sighed. "Even if he had won that award, what good would it have done? Forget about saving others—we should be thankful if someone as twisted as him didn't

Still in a daze, Mom signed the papers to collect my body. In the days that followed, she never went back to the hospital. Aside from arranging my funeral, she spent each day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. What surprised me most was that her hair turned gray overnight. She looked like she had aged ten years in just a few days. She barely ate and looked so gaunt and pale, as if she were gravely ill herself. Eventually, the day of my funeral arrived. Perhaps out of guilt, Mom made the ceremony fairly grand. All our relatives and doctors from the hospital showed up, whispering quietly among themselves. Over the years, everyone knew how openly she favored Sean and how much she despised me. But knowing what her temper was like, no one wanted to provoke her. They all simply stood by and did nothing. Apart from them, Dad and Yvonne also showed up at my funeral. The moment Dad walked in, he slapped Mom hard across the face. Just as I was still confused, he said,