Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands
My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation.
I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival.
But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?"
Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.