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.

I looked at Pierre who was walking towards me, with coldness in my eyes.

Pierre was the forensic doctor of the police force, responsible for autopsies and other work.

“Estella, you can finally work the next early shift.” He looked at me with a smile, “Bethany, thank you so much for allowing me and Estella to spend some time alone together.”

Pierre pretended to be affectionate and tried to smooth things over for Bethany.

I looked at him with a half-smile and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

“Pierre, what do you mean?” I asked innocently.

“Estella, I'm just afraid they’ll embarrass you. You know the doctor-patient relationship is very tense right now.

“Now these patients are incited and emotional. It would be bad if they do something extreme,” Pierre tried to explain as if he cared about me. 

I looked at his affectionate face and if I had not experienced this in my previous life, I would have almost believed it.

Pierre was a cunning fox, but he was not embarrassed at all.

Was not it him who secretly instigated the emotions of Terry’s family?

Soon, Terry and her family made another appointment. 

Bethany took a stethoscope and a thermometer, then diagnosed Loyd seriously, “It's true that the child has a cold.

“As for the headache, it's normal. It happens when you have a cold and cough for a long time.

“Take some anti-inflammatory medicine and get an IV drip for a few days and you'll be fine.”

The Dean also came over and even examined Loyd in front of everyone.

“Dr. Bethany is right. I just looked at the blood test report and the child does have the flu."

After hearing this, Terry and her family smiled happily, “That’s good!”

Then she said to me, “That's what I said, Estella, how could you kill someone you know?

“We are fellow villagers, but you are trying to steal my wealth and kill me. What a snake!”

Everyone around me stood on Terry's side and criticized me, “The Dean said that this child has the flu.”

“A doctor who has to undergo surgery for a person suffering from the flu is totally unethical.”

“If you dare to be her patient, be careful that she will open her heart and cut your head open.”

Bethany was very satisfied with the attitude of the people around her towards me and she came out with a smile on her face to act like a good person.

“Everyone, please stop arguing. Estella's specialty is surgery and she's the best at it, so it's inevitable that when something happens, she thinks of surgery first.

“I was born into a family of traditional medicine practitioners and I specialize in conditioning and treatment. Different doctors have different philosophies, so you should understand that.”

Looking at Bethany's ambiguous words, I was once again pushed to the forefront.

As expected, everyone's emotions were ignited once again.

“Dr. Bethany, we believe you!”

“Sooner or later, this quack doctor will get her comeuppance. What a rubbish surgery.”

“Yeah, you treat our fellow countrymen as non-human beings. Are we your experimental guinea pigs?”

“This is a famous hospital in the city. It has produced many respected doctors. How could there be a scum like you?”

There was a look of triumph in Bethany's eyes. She did not even have to exert any effort to make me self-destruct. It was too easy.

But she still pretended to be embarrassed and apologized, “Estella, please forgive me, I don't mean to steal your patient."

“It's okay. You take responsibility. I have no objection. We respect the patient's right to choose,” I answered calmly, then said to the intern, “Selly, you will be my assistant from now on. Please help me pass these medical records to Dr. Bethany later.”

“Dr. Estella. Am I dreaming? I can learn from you? Did I hear you right?”

Others might not know, but Selly and I graduated from the same school, so of course she knew that I was a legend in our medical school.

How could she not see that these people were trying to make things difficult for her senior?

“Of course.” A smile appeared in my eyes.

In the previous life, Terry's family hurt people and many innocent people were affected, but she was the only one who stood up.

As a result, the little girl's hand was cut and she would never see medical treatment again.

She was a real doctor, but she should not stop there.

I looked at Pierre and said with a smile, “You’re right. This does relieve my burden. In this case, I will take my new assistant out for dinner today and leave work early.”

Pierre was relieved to see that I was so easy to talk to, but he was a little worried. He looked at me and said, “Estella, there's something going on at the bureau."

I nodded sympathetically then said, “Okay, go and handle it.”

Of course, I knew that he wanted to stay and give Bethany some advice. After all, Bethany's professional quality was questionable.

After all, in our school, Bethany was once my senior, but she just delayed her graduation for a few years.

She even had problems graduating, let alone learn medical skills.

Looking at a group of patients who were ecstatic as if they had met a savior, I could not help but feel sarcastic.

I wanted to see how a doctor who did not even recognize the complete structure of the human body dared to boast that she could cure the first patient with intracranial vascular sclerosis in the country.

I started to make health tea in the office as Stella asked, “Senior, are you really not going to do anything?

“We don't have any patients and you are the authority on intracranial neurology.”

Just like in my previous life, some patients began to record the process of me rejecting Terry's family. So at that time, more and more people were saying that I was a poisonous doctor.

Compared to Bethany, who was beautiful and had a sweet voice, I naturally became the target of criticism.

Sure enough, the Dean found me. I looked at Bethany behind her and a look of understanding flashed across my eyes.

“Dr. Estella, the number of patients you have cured in the past few months is not even half of Bethany's. Although you were specially hired by the former Dean, our hospital relies on strength. It is very difficult for us to do this.

“Hospitals are not charities. you know that. The patients have a lot of complaints about you as you can see."

The Dean took out his cell phone and the video of me refusing treatment had been played over tens of millions of times.

All the comments were insulting and there was no mention of Terry's family's attitude at all.

“A doctor like this does not care about people's lives. Who would dare to let her treat patients?”

“Doesn’t she know if making dirty money will make your whole family die!”

I watched this video with a cold eye and I remember it clearly.

Not long after the argument with Terry, Pierre walked out of there.

The Dean continued, “Dr. Estella, society now attaches great importance to this matter and our hospital also needs to make a living.

“We are considering canceling all your performance awards this year, as well as. your eligibility for selection as Professor of Neurology.”

“Dean Marsh, I understand that you want to pave the way for Bethany. But you should wear a hat that fits your head. Don't let the loss outweigh the gain and ruin your life,” I said proudly.

I looked at the photo on Dean Marsh's desk, turned around and slammed the door shut. 

Dean Marsh had been trying to drive me away for a long time.

I refused to use his imported medicines and recommended equipment and I refused to accept the surgery he collaborated with there. I was not the one who really made the dirty money.

Dean Marsh looked at my back as I left and took a deep breath as he said to her daughter, “Bethany, I can only help you up to this point.

“You must seize this opportunity. You are such a fool to make such a big fuss about this!”