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!”

“Everyone is paying close attention to this matter. Fortunately, Loyd's illness is not serious, but I am worried. Estella was recommended by the former Dean and her vision is never wrong.

“You should find a way to get Loyd out of the hospital as soon as possible. What happens to him after he is discharged has nothing to do with us.”

There was a hint of solemnity in Dean Marsh's words. For some reason, he always felt that things were not that simple.

But he had checked with all the doctors in the hospital and found that Loyd's migraine was indeed caused by a cold.

But could his little girl really be as good as Estella who had decades of clinical experience?

He snorted coldly. This hospital did not need capable people, just people who listened to him.

Bethany's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness as she responded, “Dad, don't worry, Estella is very famous in school.

“I just cannot stand her condescending attitude. If you don't root out the weeds, they will grow again in the spring breeze.”

The purpose was to make a big fuss so that I could no longer be a doctor.

There was a hint of malice in Bethany's eyes. After all, when she was interning in college, many people compared her to me.

The comparison was like sky and ground.

But that time, she wanted to trample me hard under her feet.

When I got home, I packed my things.

However, to my surprise, when I was halfway through packing, Pierre suddenly turned back.

“Estella, you have been free for a while, why do you keep going out? You don't have to work so hard. I can support you.”

After all, no matter how busy I was at work, I would always find time to come back and take good care of him.

But that time, I seldom go home. Every day I either spend time in the library or in the university laboratory.

Men were such an animal who could not be ignored, so did Pierre.

I looked at Pierre and said lightly, “During this period of time, I plan to move back to the school laboratory.” 

“Estella, I've already told you that Bethany is our junior schoolmate, why are you thinking so much?” Pierre explained with pleading eyes, “Sometimes she's too busy, so I help her see a few patients. You know Bethany is not as good as you."

I looked at him as I gave him an analogy, “This society truly is a place where the strong and those with power are always seen as right, no matter how wrong they are, isn’t it?

“Pierre, let's break up. Bethany is too weak to take care of herself. She needs you more than I do!”

In my previous life, Pierre and I wanted to get married. I devoted myself to my work and family, but he was adamant and refused to get married.

Until I died, Bethany said that she would take care of him in my place. It was natural for the scumbag and the bitch to be together.

Later I found out that Pierre stayed by my side just to squeeze in at the critical moment and let me become a stepping stone for Bethany to become the gold medal doctor.

Being with me was also arranged by Dean Marsh. 

When he saw that I refused to collude with them, he wanted to get rid of me. It was like a snake that could not be warmed up, ready to bite me back at any time.

Seeing me dragging the suitcase resolutely, even if he said all the nice things, I still refused to give in.

“Aren't you blaming me for helping Bethany take care of the patients?” he argued. “It was you who misjudged the patient. Bethany and I were cleaning up the mess for you. 

“Estella, I did not expect not only you to be ungrateful, but you're also confusing right and wrong?”

I looked at him with a half-smile as I questioned, “Don't you know who is not a good doctor and who is confusing right and wrong?”

Pierre looked at me, his face full of dissatisfaction with me.

“Estella, you know we are both medical workers!”