The new obstetrician left a pair of scissors inside a pregnant woman's uterus during surgery through improper handling, causing her to hemorrhage and die.
My husband, the department head, went to great lengths to defend her and pinned all the blame on me.
As a result, I not only lost my job, but the patient's family chased me down and slashed me twenty-eight times.
Yet my husband publicly declared that I deserved to die and that he would not pursue charges against my killer.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she botched the surgery.
"Xia Bing, please help me. I really can't carry on with the operation."
Hearing that familiar voice, I whipped around.
Jiang Yue's face was flushed with panic, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on me.
Her eyes were full of pleading.
My gaze fell on her trembling hands, and memories of my previous life washed over me.
In my previous life, her improper handling had left a scalpel inside the pregnant woman's uterus, causing the patient to hemorrhage and go into shock.
But when the patient went into shock, she slipped out of the operating room to find me.
Back then, I was desperate to save a life and never stopped to think.
I rushed toward the operating room, reminding her to report what had happened.
But she kept dragging her feet, terrified of being reprimanded.
By the time I reached the operating room, there was already no bringing the pregnant woman back from the brink.
The rescue efforts came too late, and she died from shock.
Her husband came to demand answers from us, holding their swaddled baby.
Jiang Yue turned the spearhead toward me instead. "Xia Bing, Qi Chen told you long ago to supervise my entire operation, but