In my previous lifetime, the entire medical world had acknowledged me as Godhand. But I was forced to become a scapegoat for my genius younger brother, Matthew Lachman, in a medical malpractice case, which resulted in me getting my medical license revoked and being sentenced to seven years in prison

Before I was set to go to jail, my fiancee, Winona Green, personally severed my tendon in my dominant wrist just so she could force me to sign the papers.

Since then, I was tormented and bullied relentlessly in jail. In the end, I died in my cold and dark cell out of depression.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm set to go to jail as a wronged person.

This time, I no longer remain depressed. I decide to continue living properly so that I can clear my name one day.

In the prison, I use my amazing medical skills to save the inmates' lives and build my own connections. Since I've been on my best behavior, my sentence keeps getting reduced. That's how I get released from prison in advance.

After my release, I hide my identity and open an auto repair shop on the streets.

One day, my entire family barges into my shop. My mother kneels in a puddle of grease as she says pleadingly, "Jamie, Matthew is ill. You're the only one who can perform the high-precision surgery on him. Please save him!"

Meanwhile, Winona clutches the engagement contract from before. With tears running down her cheeks, she promises me, "I will marry you right away as long as you can save Matthew's life!"

I merely lift my hand, which is trembling so much that I can barely hold a wrench properly. A self-deprecating smile is plastered on my face this time.

"Have you forgotten that you're the ones who have personally crippled my hand? Since you want me to perform that surgery so badly, does that mean you actually want Matthew dead instead?"

My hands were covered in black motor oil as I crouched in the auto repair shop. It was located at the corner of the street and was no bigger than 100 square feet.

The scar that stretched across the back of my hand would occasionally throb in pain because of nerve damage.

It had been three months since I had been released from prison. By now, I had already gotten used to the weight of the wrench in my hands and the scent of motor oil.

I was still lost in thought when I was suddenly yanked back to the present by an angry voice.

"Jamie Lachman, you bastard! So, you've been hiding out here all this time!"

The sharp and hateful voice shattered the silence in the auto repair shop.

I lifted my head just in time to see my ex-fiancee, Winona Green, storm in with the rest of the Lachman family.

My mother, Heather Solden, discarded her pride the moment she laid eyes on me, throwing herself on the floor that was covered with metal shavings. She didn't seem to care that she was wearing a silk dress that cost a small fortune at that moment, grabbing my leg and letting out a heartwrenching wail.

"I'm begging you, Jamie. Please, save Matthew! He's only 22. He's suffering from an aortic dissection. All the doctors in Highville say that you're the only surgeon who's capable of performing such a delicate surgery! He's your brother!"

I looked down at Heather, feeling nothing even when I noticed that her carefully-styled hair had been stained with black waste oil.

My brother?

In my previous life, I was the true heir of the Lachman family who had gone missing. When the Lachmans finally found me, I actually believed that I finally had a home to call my own.

Unfortunately, tragedy was all that awaited me.

The Lachmans had only tracked me down because the fake heir, Matthew Lachman, had been involved in a case of fatal medical malpractice. They needed a high-profile scapegoat to pin the blame on to save Matthew's reputation.

Standing next to Heather was my ex-fiancee, Winona. She still had a high-and-mighty attitude, treating herself as a queen who was better than everyone else.

Winona pulled out a yellowed and slightly tattered engagement contract from her Hermes bag. She dropped it on the counter that was covered in oil stains as if she were giving a few pennies to a beggar.

"I'll sweep your medical malpractice under the rug if you go to the hospital and save Matthew's life right now, Jamie. This engagement contract is still valid. I'll marry you immediately and restore your position as the heir of the Lachman family."

Pain throbbed through me as I processed the absolutely ridiculous situation I was in.

Before I was imprisoned, Winona had personally used a scalpel to sever the nerves in my right hand just to protect Matthew's reputation. She had then forced me to sign the confession letter.

My father, Terry Lachman, had coldly looked at my bloody hand and said, "The Lachman family doesn't need a useless son like you. Matthew is our pride and joy."

I closed my eyes. I could still feel the icy sensation that had enveloped my body and sank into my bones when death claimed me in my prison cell in my previous life.

I slowly lifted my right hand, showing them how my fingers were trembling violently. Just holding a simple wrench took all the strength that I had.

"Save him?" I asked, barking a self-deprecating laugh. "Mrs. Lachman, Ms. Green, have you already forgotten what you did to me?"

I rolled up my sleeve, revealing the scar that would ruin any surgeon's career. "You personally ruined this hand just to protect that imposter. What do you hope to achieve by forcing me into that operating room? Do you want me to save him? Or perhaps you want me to expedite his death."

Terry's temper exploded upon hearing my words. He slammed his hands on the counter, causing the small parts to scatter everywhere. An ear-piercing clanging rang through the air.

"Drop the act, Jamie! You're a Lachman, and yet you have such a despicable character! You want money, don't you? I'll give you as much as you want as long as you save Matthew. But you have to come with us now!"

Although I was their biological son, from their perspective, I couldn't even worth the dirt on the shoes of Matthew, the fake heir they had raised for the past 20 years.

They were determined to squeeze the last bit of usefulness out of me, even though my right hand was already ruined.

I coldly pried Heather's oil-slick hands off me and turned around to continue disassembling the rusty gears, treating Winona and the Lachmans as nothing more than the air around me.

"Get out," I said flatly. "There's no 'Godhand' here. Just a crippled mechanic."

My rejection enraged Winona.

She scoffed as a cruel but determined glint flickered in her eyes. She pulled out her phone and started livestreaming.

As the heiress of Green Group, she had millions of followers, which also meant that everything that she did attracted the attention of the entire city.

"Hi, everyone," she began. "This man is the true heir of the Lachman family who went missing for many years."

Winona aimed the camera at me, showing my filthy back that was covered in motor oil stains. She sounded upset, and her voice was thick with tears when she said, "Our entire family is begging him to save his brother, whose life is hanging in the balance.

"But he refuses to because he's jealous that Matthew is better than him. He also wants more of our family's fortune and is asking for an exorbitant amount of money. He's willing to stand by and let Matthew die if he doesn't get his way."

Chaos erupted in the livestream as comments flooded in.

"Oh my god. Is that the murderer doctor, Jamie Lachman? He's back to his old ways again, even after being released from prison?"

"So what if he's the true heir of the Lachman family? He's rotten to the core. He's tainting all the vehicles he's fixing."

"We should teach him a lesson! A bastard like him doesn't deserve to live. What's the address? I'm going to give him a piece of mind myself!"

I was completely calm even as I read the malicious comments.

In my previous life, I had placed too much importance on my reputation. I cared too much about their opinion of me, and I paid the price with my life.

In this life, I had made up my mind while I was still in prison.

I spent the last seven years honing my medical skills. I trained my left hand since my right hand was ruined. I also saved an old man with a shocking identity when I was still in prison.

Moments before the old man took his last breath, he transferred all his overseas, medical-related resources and connections to me.

After my early release from prison, I went into hiding, but not because I wanted to survive. Instead, I had been biding my time this entire time, waiting for this day to arrive.

I had been waiting for Matthew, the imposter who got to enjoy the fruits of my labor because he stole the results of my research, to tumble from his pedestal.

"Look at these comments, Jamie!" Terry exclaimed, pointing at Winona's phone, wearing a look of disdain. "You've become this city's public enemy now. If you refuse to save Matthew today, the Lachmans will cut all ties with you and make you disappear from this city!"

Heather's eyes were burning with resentment when she added, "How can you be so cruel, Jamie? Although Matthew's not our flesh and blood, we still raised him since he was a child. He's so much more mature than you! You'll be saving yourself as well if you save him!"

Any lingering familial affection I harbored for Heather and Terry dissipated as I looked at them.

"Fine."

I turned to look at the camera. A sinister smile stretched across my lips, causing a chill to run down the viewers' spines even though they were watching me through a screen.

"I guess I have no choice since you want me to perform surgery on him so badly. Let's go. I can only hope that you don't regret your decision later."

I wasn't able to leave with Winona, Heather, and Terry immediately because the furious netizens tracked me down sooner than expected.

I had just agreed to leave with them when a group of young men burst into the auto repair shop.

"Murderer! Leave this place!"

"You sick bastard! How dare you stand on the sidelines and do nothing when you can save a life? You should just die!"

The young men hurled rotten tomatoes and eggs at my signboard. One of them rushed into the shop and kicked over a mountain bike that I had painstakingly assembled, sending parts scattering across the floor.

Terry and Heather did nothing as the young men vandalized my shop, watching the chaos unfold with icy gazes. In fact, I could pick out a hint of glee flickering in their eyes.

From their perspective, I would only obediently listen to their orders after I was forced into a corner.

Terry glanced at the bodyguards behind him. His tone was glacial as he barked out his orders, giving off the impression that he was dealing with trash.

"Jamie has already agreed to help us. We can't let him delay any more of our time. Tidy up his place for him."

The bodyguards leaped into action. Instead of "tidying up", they began wrecking my shop. They destroyed my toolbox and stomped on my old radio until it was nothing but broken pieces.

The radio had been my only connection to the outside world during my time in prison.

Quinn Forester had given it to me. She was also the sister of the victim of the medical malpractice case.

When everyone turned their back on me, she was the only one who kept investigating the case to find out the truth. She had also been helping me rehabilitate my ruined hand in the past three months.

I held the broken remains of the radio close to my chest and hissed in a low voice, "You're going to regret this, Terry."

"Regret?" Terry scoffed. "The only thing I regret in my life is bringing you back from the slums. Just look at the state that you're in. You look nothing like a Lachman!"

Winona approached me brandishing a high-voltage stun baton. There was a manic glint in her eyes when she said, "Stop wasting time, Jamie. Matthew can't wait anymore. I won't mind ruining your other hand if you try to escape while we're on the way to the hospital."

Blue electricity pulsed through the air, letting out a buzzing noise that sent a chill down my spine.

Winona didn't hesitate for even a second before she drove the baton into my back.

Excruciating pain coursed through my entire body. The air was punched out of my lungs, and black spots exploded in my vision. I crashed to the floor that was covered with oil stains and metal shavings.

Right before I lost consciousness, I heard Heather hiss in an irritated voice, "Hurry up. Don't dirty the ambulance. He's so troublesome. Giving birth to a piece of trash like him is truly the humiliation of the Lachman family."

They dragged me out of the auto repair shop as if I were a rag doll.

The livestream was still recording everything that was going on.

The viewers cheered, feeling ecstatic that justice was being served. They had no idea that the filthy auto repair shop harbored a secret that Matthew would never find out in his lifetime.