I Just Want To Be With You In This Life

I was a popular female doctor.

However, I was drugged and insulted by the patient who I had saved.

When I felt dizzy and asked for help.

He reached out his dirty hands and unbuttoned my uniform.

Afterward, he posted the video he had taken online.

He wrote: [I slept with the popular female doctor, but she tastes average.]

I went from being praised by everyone to being reviled by everyone.

My reputation was ruined.

My boyfriend broke up with me and my parents were ashamed of me.

The patient gained widespread attention online by distorting facts.

I was fired from the hospital.

I couldn't bear the abuse online, so I cut my wrists with a scalpel.

After rebirth, I stood at the crossroads again where I saved that baster.

I was at that crossroads again.

I was still wearing the spotless uniform and was still innocent.

A person was lying among the crowd at the intersection.

Even if I didn't go forward, I knew that he was a man about thirty years old, with a disabled right hand, a pockmarked face, and a big black mole on his chin.

The crowd whispered to each other, "Oh my god, is he having a heart attack? Does anyone know how to give first aid?"

"I'm afraid it's a trap. I can't afford to save him..."

"First aid also requires artificial respiration, right? This person looks so ugly. I'm sorry, no offense, but I can't do it."

"Look at how ragged his clothes are. I guess he can't afford the treatment even if he's sent to the hospital..."

The person lying on the ground had even more difficulty breathing. He looked at me in panic through the crowd, seeking help.

When I met his gaze, I instantly forgot to breathe.

Jack Lauren!

I would never forget his name.

Hatred was like a tide, almost drowning me.

In my previous life, I went through crowds to save him.

I gave him first aid, kneeling and performing chest compressions on him, which even made my legs swollen.

I arranged for him to stay in the hospital where I worked.

I advanced the examination fees for him, applied for medical assistance for him, and raised funds for his surgery.

I worked overtime late at night to prepare a surgical plan for him, but he put drugs in my coffee.

I was euphoric and began hallucinating due to taking a large amount of codeine.

I called out my boyfriend's name in a daze.

When I woke up, my body was covered with bruises from being beaten.

I called the police for help.

But Jack insisted that I did it of my own free will.

And he showed the edited video.

I could do nothing with it.

However, he posted the original video online and wrote: [I slept with the popular female doctor, but she tastes average.]

I had been to the most dangerous areas to provide support several times during large-scale infectious disease outbreaks and had always been a publicity model for the hospital.

Netizens all said that I was innocent.

But in the video, my face had an abnormal blush after I was drugged, and my clothes were torn.

My uniform was covered in stains.

The video went viral on the Internet.

Jack wantonly distorted the facts online and led netizens to maliciously insult me.

"She is not innocent at all. Women are all the same when they take off their clothes!"

"She was forced? No way. Her expression doesn't look like that!"

"She usually wears a skirt and dresses up in a flashy way. It's obvious that she's always thinking about seducing men!"

"That's right. She is so beautiful that she can easily seduce men."

...

Some disgusting netizens were praising Jack because they wanted to know more details.

Jack quickly gained popularity on the Internet by slandering me.

Netizens had dug up my information, and I often received insulting text messages.

I would even receive calls late at night, with disgusting and foul language coming.

He let everything happen, and in the end, he said that he was willing to be with me and didn't mind that I had a bad reputation.

I couldn't bear the humiliation, so I ended my life with the scalpel I used to treat and save lives.

From being admired and respected by everyone to being humiliated...

After my rebirth, I put on the same uniform again and stood at the crossroads that changed my destiny.

I took a deep breath.

I clenched my shaking hands tightly.

I watched him struggle coldly as his eyes looked at me for help through the crowd.

I turned around and left.

I was a cardiologist.

I knew that the optimal time for first aid for a heart attack was only 4 to 6 minutes.

At this moment, I only wanted to let him die!