Tearing Them Apart
On the eve of a surgery, I voluntarily resign from my position as lead surgeon.
My colleagues sneer behind my back and mock me openly.
"And this guy's supposed to have a PhD from abroad? Looks more like he bought a degree from some no-name university."
"Can't even handle a challenge without running—what kind of doctor is that?"
In my last life, I gave up competing in a general practitioner skills competition to take on this very surgery.
But because the other lead surgeon violated protocol during the operation, it ended in a serious medical accident.
My sister, the head of the department, pinned all the blame on me. Even my girlfriend stood firmly on their side, accusing me of incompetence.
Overnight, I went from being a respected medical PhD to the disgrace of the hospital.
I couldn't prove the mistake wasn't mine. I was fired and faced criminal charges.
My parents, once so proud of me, pointed at me in rage. "We don't have a son who plays god with people's lives!"
Crushed by shame and despair, I spiraled into deep depression and jumped from the hospital roof.
But now, I open my eyes again. I'm back—back to the night before the surgery.