After graduating with a Ph.D., I stayed in the hospital and became the most authoritative Neurologist in the hospital.

Terry Morales from the same village as me had a son with a brain tumor and asked me to perform surgery on him.

In order to save his life, I performed surgery on him against the clock.

However, the next day, Terry insisted on not being hospitalized and wanted to take the child home.

The bumpy car ride caused the child's cerebral blood vessels to rupture and he died on the spot.

The patient's family lost their minds, found me coming down from the operating table and stabbed me in the head with a knife.

I looked at the junior beside me for help. She was so frightened that her face turned pale. 

She pretended to help me stop the bleeding, but she whispered in my ear like a devil, “Estella, do you know that it was your fiance who secretly told the patient's family that you wanted to get a kickback from the medical expenses, so you did the surgery on purpose.

“If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for blocking my way. I can only be the genius Neurologist.”

I sank into the darkness unwillingly and when I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when I diagnosed Terry's son.

Faced with Terry who was clamoring to change doctors, I readily agreed.

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“Estella, what nonsense are you talking about? How old is my son? He can eat and sleep well, how come he has a tumor?”

“What a joke! If there's a cut on the head, the person will die, right?”

“Estella, we are all from the same village. We cannot make money from such dirty tricks.”

The woman in front of me was dark and fat and she looked at me with a shrewd calculation in her eyes.

I looked at her, disbelief flashed across my eyes and the feeling of my head being pierced seemed to have happened just a second ago.

‘Strange, I remember I was dead?’ I wondered in my heart.

“Auntie, don't get excited,” Selly Ivonne, the intern, said, “Take your child to get checked out. Dr. Estella is the most authoritative neurologist in our hospital. 

“She was specially recruited from a university by the former Dean of our hospital. They are among the best in the domestic field."

She tried to persuade her, but Terry pushed her towards me.

“Don't think I don't know that you guys are looking for kickbacks. The cost of the inspection alone is several hundred! 

“The cost is not that high at all. We need to change doctors!”

I looked at Terry who was filled with indignation and a hint of coldness flashed across my eyes.

She was holding a fat boy in her arms while staring at me and Selly with wide eyes. The man next to him looked at his phone silently with a sullen face.

I realized that I was born again.

In my previous life, it was this couple in front of me who caused my tragedy.

After graduating with a Ph.D., I was invited to the hospital of my mentor's friend.

There were domestic Intracranial Research Cases and Neurological Testing Facilities.

Because of the friendship with the older generation, I chose to stay here.

During my university years, I followed my mentor and flew to various countries to study, so I could say that I was very familiar with the intracranial nerves.

In order to prevent problems before they arise and to minimize harm to patients, I always recommend using the most fundamental method to resolve the problem.

In order to save the patient's life, every minute and every second is precious.

Sometimes, I even paid out of my own pocket and took on the responsibility just to fight death for my life.

It was not until Terry, a middle age woman, from the same village found me that I immediately determined that her son, Loyd Morales, had intracranial vascular sclerosis and needed immediate surgery.

However, I did not receive any words of gratitude after the operation. They even secretly transferred me to another hospital because Loyd's intracranial nerves and blood vessels ruptured due to the bumpy journey.

However, Terry and her family blamed me for everything.

“My child just has a fever and a cold, you quack doctor!” She yelled. “If only I had listened to Dr. Bethany. She told me a long time ago that my child just had a common cold and would be fine after a few days of intravenous drips. 

“You better go to hell!”

It turned out that all this was Bethany Marsh's masterpiece.

Bethany was my junior. In order to take care of the patients' feelings, she always downplayed serious illnesses and prescribed some seemingly effective medicines.

“Estella, please do not do surgery all the time. I know you are good at surgery, but not all diseases require surgery. Sometimes conditioning is better.

“To be honest, everyone has a headache or fever nowadays. If we treat everyone in a one-size-fits-all manner like this, how can people survive?”

She incited the patient's emotions and the incident was even posted online. I became infamous and even had my bank account closed.

I was stabbed to death, the families of the extreme patients whose diseases I had diagnosed came to me. They sneaked into my house and set it on fire.

My parents were trapped in the fire and burned to death.

After getting reborn and having to face it again, I looked at the Morales Family who asked to change doctors and I agreed without hesitation.

“Okay, I have no problem with that!”

Bethany, who rushed over, looked at me with disbelief in her eyes.

I was known for being stubborn in the neurology field, so how could I suddenly change my mind?

What was more, she and I were in a competitive relationship at that moment. Whoever performed more surgeries and treated more patients this month would be eligible to compete for the Academic Leader of the Neurology Department.

If someone wanted to be gilded with such a layer of gold, they would need this title. Everyone knew, an authoritative title represented someone’s status in the circle.

Terry was stunned. All the speeches she had prepared were useless.

His husband, Eldon Morales, on the other hand, looked at me with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

“I just asked you about the most popular AI now. My son has a fever and a headache because of the flu,” he stated. “Why don't you give him some cold medicine to reduce his fever and give him a few injections, so that he'll be fine?

“Don’t delay my son's treatment. You cannot afford the compensation!”

When the colleagues heard this, they could not help but widen their eyes.

They tried to persuade the father, “The child's illness cannot be taken lightly. After all, the Internet is different from reality.”

“No matter what, the necessary inspections must be done,” someone also chimed in.

“Dr. Estella will not lie to you. Your son's brain does have symptoms of sclerosis. If left untreated, his life will be in danger!”  Selly shouted loudly, but the next second she was kicked to the ground by Terry.

“What did you say, you little bitch? How dare you curse my son to death!” she yelled “What rubbish surgery! We won't do it. 

“Don't think we don't know. This surgery costs 7,500 dollars and we will have to pay another 7,000 dollars too!

“Estella, you are a college student from our village, have you lost your conscience? You treat my son as a foreigner?”

Hearing this, Loyd in Terry's arms suddenly jumped up and kicked me hard on the knee.

“I knew you wanted to take revenge on me. It was your dog that barked at me first, so I killed it!” he sneered.

A hint of darkness flashed through my eyes. Back then, my dog was killed innocently by someone and it turned out to be Loyd.

How could someone so young already harbor such cruelty?

“You want to kill me, believe it or not, I will let my parents kill your whole family!”

My face was cold and I gently helped Selly up from the ground.

If I was not mistaken, Bethany had already informed them.

Looking at Loyd in front of me, he was really a damn bastard.

In my previous life, in order to save him, I even paid for some of his expenses out of my own pocket for the sake of being from the same hometown as him.

The operation was successful, but I did not expect that the Morales Family would carry him out of the hospital behind my back.

He could not ride on bumpy roads after a cranial surgery. Rural roads were full of potholes, not to mention that sometimes buses might have to brake suddenly.

There were only three golden minutes for intracranial vascular sclerosis. But transportation was inconvenient in the countryside and rescue was impossible.

I became the scapegoat and the culprit and my parents were also implicated. 

I only realized after my death that all this was a conspiracy, even my forensic fiance, Pierre Lester, was involved in this conspiracy.

Bethany was his first love. For her, he went against his professional conscience, tampered with the autopsy report and put the blame on me.

“Okay, I promise you, Loyd will have nothing to do with me from now on and I will no longer be concerned about his health, life or death.”

“Estella, you are too cold!” Bethany sighed and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Morales, your child is not in serious trouble.

“I'm also a neurologist. The child probably has a cold. He will be fine after a few days of intravenous drips.”

Bethany touched the child carefully, with a smile on her face as sweet as her name.

“Mom, I saw an angel!”

“This is a real doctor! The doctor just now was so cold-blooded.”

“You keep doing surgery for no reason. Do you really think that our money is blown by the wind?”

“Yeah, we don't fight with knives, so we just cut everything with a knife.”

“They are really crazy about making dirty money.”

I ignored these people's voices, even when they were clamoring to make a new registration and go to Bethany's place.

There was an unconcealable joy in Bethany's eyes. She was so sure that she would win.

After all, if this continued, the number of patients she treated this month would definitely far exceed that of me. So, the position of Director of the Neurology Department would definitely be hers.

“Estella, it's a deal. I'll ask my assistant to transfer their cases to me.”

Bethany did not expect everything to go so smoothly. She was even planning to talk to Pierre about acting.

She had asked her seniors and the Dean to check beforehand and they all had no major problems, so her cure rate was very stable.

But Estella’s current healing rate was 100%. 

She had completed several difficult operations and her reputation in the Neurology Department was getting better and better.

A trace of jealousy flashed across her eyes. Even though her seniors and the Dean gave her special treatment, she still seemed a little overwhelmed in the face of absolute strength.

If this was the case, she would probably become the most marginalized person.

Fortunately, it succeeded.

No matter why Estella gave up the patient, it was a good thing for her all in all.

I looked at Bethany's smug look and sneered silently, “Idiot.”

Loyd's illness indeed looked like a cold, but it was actually very serious.

I had the honor of participating in this operation with Professor Dennis, an internationally renowned and deceased mentor.

Loyd's condition was exactly the same as that patient's.

However, there were very few such patients and Loyd in the previous life was the first case, which was also of great value in research.

But thinking about my experience in my previous life, I did not want to get involved anymore.

I did not try to keep these patients, as they had blamed me for everything in my previous life.

Afterwards, they posted the video online to help Bethany throw dirty water on her head.

“Everyone, if you want to take a number, it's over here.” A voice as gentle as jade sounded.