On the day my mother, Mandy was buried, I received an hour-long bullying video.

And the protagonist of the video happens to be Mandy who has been buried!

I felt chilly all over when I saw Mandy moaning in the video!

I suppressed my anger and went to the hospital to ask for an explanation.

However, I was falsely accused of killing Mandy, and even he attending physician, Amanda, turned against me and accused me of defaulting on Mandy's medical fees.

In desperation, I had no choice but to ask my sister, Mia, who works at a television station to expose Amanda's bullying.

However, Mia angrily scolded me, which ironically seemed to confirm the accusation that I had killed Mandy.

This incident was accidentally captured on camera and posted online.

Some people in the hospital deliberately smeared me, and netizens scolded me and exposed my personal information, continuously harassing me. Mia even disowned me, claiming that she doesn't have a sister like me.

What’s worse, I was pushed down the stairs by an angry netizen and died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to the day when I received the text message.

...

The people in the cemetery in front of me are busy moving the tombstones.

And next to them, a priest was praying.

I felt a tinge of sourness in my eyes and blinked, only to realize that I had been reborn!

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, my daughter will definitely pay."

"I'm still young and I don't want to die. My daughter will definitely save me. She will definitely raise the money!"

I accidentally pressed the volume up button, and the voice in the video instantly woke me up.

In the video, Mandy's hair was disheveled, and she looked extremely haggard.

Her hands and face were covered with shocking purple bruises.

The man next to her, seeing my pale face, asked with a concerned but actually curious expression,

"Girl, is the woman in the video your mother and was..."

I said painfully, "My mother died of stomach cancer. In order to save her, I spent almost all my savings. But I never expected that she didn't receive any treatment in the hospital, but instead was..."

I was about to cry and scared the man next to me.

"Could it be that your mother offended someone in the hospital?"

"It's the conflict between the doctor and the patient. Could it be that your mother herself was unwilling to cooperate with the treatment?"

"How is that possible? Who wants to die? Didn't you see the bruises on the girl's mother's body? I believe some people are hypocritical and just pick on powerless people like us."

"You are right! My wife broke her leg and was hospitalized. I worked outside until night to make money, but when I went to the hospital to pick her up, I found that her arm was full of needle marks!"

Maybe they all have the same feeling as me. As long as one person starts talking, others will start to express their grievances.

But right now everyone else seems to feel more sorry for me.

After all, my mother's pitiful appearance in the video was heartbreaking.

Her bruised are clearly visible in the video, which scared everyone.

And just now, I received a WhatsApp message from Mandy’s attending physician.

She urged me to come to the hospital and pay immediately, claiming that the previous treatment fees for Mandy were not enough.

She told me that I have to come to the hospital and pay another 300 thousand dollars!

This is not an exaggeration.

In my previous life, after receiving the video and the payment reminder from Amanda, I suppressed my anger and rushed to the hospital to ask for an explanation.

As a result, all the people in the hospital sided with Amanda and even slandered me as being unwilling to pay, which caused Mandy to miss the opportunity for treatment and pass away.

Even though I stayed in the hospital every day and tried my best to ask the hospital to investigate.

But those people have been dragging their feet and refusing to give me a reasonable explanation.

But they have been kicking the can down the road and refusing to take responsibility, unwilling to give me a satisfactory answer.

The amount of money they falsely accused me of not paying has snowballed into a much larger sum.

I recall the disdain in their eyes and grit my teeth, forcing myself to calm down.

But I can't confront the hospital yet. I must gather enough evidence!

Only then can I make people and doctors at the hospital who bullied Mandy pay the price!

Dex Hospital is a private institution with more comprehensive medical facilities than some public hospitals.

Therefore, most people prefer to seek treatment here.

In my previous life, Mandy was hospitalized after being diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.

Back then, to raise money for her treatment, I worked several jobs a day and even begged Mia who had severed ties with our family.

However, Mandy still passed away in the end.

I honored her last wish and had her body cremated, but then I received a video and a payment reminder from the hospital.

Logically, I should have rushed to the hospital to demand an explanation like I did in my previous life, or at least paid the fees and kept the receipt as evidence.

But I didn't.

I intentionally ignored the payment reminder sent by the doctor and waited specifically for someone.

Finally, after staking out the hospital entrance for three or four days, I spotted a man with an anxious expression hurrying by.

I quickly ran up and stopped him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at me with suspicion.

I showed him the video and the payment reminder from the doctor.

"You've had a similar experience as my mother. Your sister was also bullied by this doctor. Why don't we work together to make her and those who support her pay the price?"

The man's name is Andre.

After I first questioned Amanda in my previous life, he followed suit and exposed on the internet that Dex Hospital had indulged Amanda in bullying patients.

His intention was to pressure the hospital through public opinion to replace Amanda so that his sister could continue her treatment.

Unfortunately, the hospital stopped administering medication to his sister, which ultimately led to her death on the hospital bed.

I happened to witness the tragic of his sister's death when I left the interrogation room.

It was miserable.

She died almost as if she had been tortured.

The injuries on her body were very shocking!

My mother had no fewer bruises than his sister.

"You'd be better off finding someone else than coming to me."

"I'm busy earning money to save my sister's life. I don't have time for your plan."

He covered his face, revealing bloodshot eyes filled with helpless pain and remorse.

His eyes were filled with pain and regret for his own powerlessness.

I took a card out of my bag and placed it in front of him, and he was confused. "Here is 500 thousand dollars. Take it for now."

After being reborn, I had bought several lottery tickets based on my memories of my previous life, hoping to have enough money to achieve my goals.

And Andre was my first move.

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, especially when you share the same plight and purpose with someone.

Such a connection will bind us closer together.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Andre grabbed the bank card and left the coffee shop, rushing to the hospital across the street.

He was eager to make the payment.

One of his friends who worked on a construction site had a similar experience where his parent was denied surgery due to a lack of timely payment at Dex Hospital.

Andre didn't want the same thing to happen to his sister.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen to his sister, but instead, she suffered daily torment from Amanda and ultimately passed away.

The reason I contacted Andre was because he knew many others who had been victimized by Amanda.

However, Amanda had powerful backers.

No one could expose her crimes.

That's why I needed Andre to gather these people.

The power of the masses is immense.

Especially when the anger and grief of those whose loved ones have suffered reach their peak.

Andre acted quickly, gathering his friends who had suffered similar experiences and posting videos online accusing Amanda of abusing patients, intentionally forcing their families to make repeated payments for financial gain.

I spent money buying online buzz and hired netizens to push the issue to the top of the Facebook trending topics.

The name "Amanda" dominated the trending topics for three consecutive days, attracting widespread attention.

In fact, there were many victims of Amanda's atrocities, but seeing that no one around them dared to speak up and with Amanda's backers using money to silence them, they were forced to endure in silence.

However, now the situation had changed. As more and more people spoke out.

They voiced their grievances online with tears streaming down their faces.

One such victim was a father who discovered that his daughter had been abused, leading to the loss of some of her organs and causing his hair to turn white overnight.

Because the hospital defended Amanda and falsely accused the patients, it led to the death of a boy who had just been admitted to university and was about to embark on a beautiful college life.

And there were new parents who had spent all their savings to treat their newborn child but found out that their child had been tortured to death by Amanda on the first day in the hospital.

Each one of them was incredibly pitiful.

They intended to cure their children or loved ones, but instead, they were tortured to the point of despair.

The people they tried to save with tears in the hospital were robbed of their will to live.

On the seventh day of the online outcry against Amanda's abuse and intentional harm to patients for financial gain, I took videos and chat records to Dex Hospital.

I slammed the bank card down on the counter.

"Dr. Green asked me to come and pay the outstanding balance."

The nurse looked me up and down with disdain and then proceeded to deduct the money from my card.

Then they started deducting money from my card.

I had deposited 300 thousand dollars in this card.

However, during this period, the hospital had been sending me notice of unpaid bills totaling over 400 thousand dollars.

If an ordinary family were falsely accused of owing such a large amount, I couldn't imagine how they would repay it.

The nurse frowned and returned the card to me, saying, "Ms. Swift, there's not enough money in your card. You need to pay the remaining balance today. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, you'll spread the story online that I refused to pay and let my mother die?"

I shouted loudly, causing other patients in the hospital lobby to turn their heads and look at me.

Some of them even took out their phones to start recording videos.

The nurse glanced nervously at the others and quickly said to me, "Ms. Swift, please don't speak so loudly. You're disturbing other patients."

I sneered, raised the card in my hand,

"This card has 300 thousand dollars in it. I also paid a deposit when I brought my mother to the hospital."

"My intention was to heal my mother and relieve her from the suffering of cancer, but I never expected that she would lose her will to live not because of cancer, but because of the abuse from her attending physician, Amanda.

I'm really curious who Amanda's backers are that they are so reluctant to deal with her."

In my previous life, I spent all my time either working or observing Mandy's condition next to Amanda.

I recorded every detail of Mandy's condition, intending to better understand her specific illness.

Little did I know that Mandy was a hypocrite, appearing harmless in front of me but doubling her abuse towards Mandy behind my back.

"Ms. Swift, please don't make it difficult for our hospital staff. It will cause us trouble in our work."

"Moreover, I have never abused any patients, nor have I tortured your mother. If you continue to say such things, I will inevitably think that you are trying to escape the murder charge of your mother, since it was your failure to pay the fees that ultimately led to her death."

From a distance, Amanda, Mandy's attending physician, hurriedly walked over and pushed her way through the crowd to stand in front of me.