My husband, Frank Myer, ruined himself by taking random medication and coming to me for treatment. I simply sneered at him and deliberately stalled for time, letting him end up disabled for life!

In my previous life, my husband had purposely ruined himself to help his childhood sweetheart, Karen White, get promoted. I anxiously asked if he had taken anything harmful, but he swore he had not.

When I asked him to do a full checkup, he accused me of having no ethics and claimed that I would even scam my own husband for a promotion. His childhood sweetheart insisted on a conservative treatment instead.

I kicked out his unqualified sweetheart and performed the surgery myself. It was a total success, but she made a huge scene about it after feeling humiliated by being thrown out. She even threatened suicide.

My husband was furious and lied that the surgery had failed, even reporting me for forcing him into surgery against medical advice, getting me blacklisted from the medical field.

His sweetheart, however, simply dabbed some disinfectant on him, and he announced that she had cured him, instantly making her famous and earning her a promotion.

When I confronted him, my husband said that if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths for her, and that I am the reason he was suffering. Then, he suffocated me with a pillow.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day he ruined himself.

"Honey, come take a look at me! Something's wrong with my private parts! I think it's not working anymore!" A familiar voice rang out in my ear. I looked up in shock, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw my husband, Frank Myer.

Frank didn't care that there were other people in the clinic. He pulled down his pants and dragged me over, panic written all over his face. "Honey, you have to help me now. We've just decided to try for a baby this year!"

Seeing him so anxious, I clenched my fists tight as hatred rose inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt.

In my previous life, Frank had said he had fallen in love with me at first sight and had courted me relentlessly. We got married after just a month, and I thought we would have a happy life together.

But after the wedding, Frank quickly became distant. Every time he came home, there was always the scent of perfume of some other woman on him.

At the time, I was running for department chief, but to keep our family together, I worked all day at the hospital and did all the housework at night. I never had a moment to rest.

And then, just two months into our marriage, Frank had come to me with the news that something was wrong with his private parts.

He had begged me to cure him, swearing he would treat me well if I could fix it.

Out of the sense of duty as a doctor, I had taken his case seriously. I had found the cause and scheduled his surgery right away.

But instead of being thankful, he had started yelling at me, saying I had no medical ethics and had even lodged a report accusing me of forcing patients to get expensive treatments just for money.

Frank's childhood sweetheart, Karen White, had immediately stepped in to support his claims, insisting his condition only needed conservative treatment and that there was no need for surgery.

Her thoughtfulness won everyone's praise, and Frank had happily decided to follow her advice.

But with my experience, I could tell that Frank's condition was already severe. If he didn't get surgery immediately, he would lose any hope of being a man ever again.

I told Frank that his childhood sweetheart was wrong and that he needed surgery then and there. Still, he had refused, insisting on sticking with Karen's advice.

With no other choice, I had kicked her out and forced Frank to go through with the operation.

The surgery had been a complete success, but Karen, upset that I had kicked her out, started threatening suicide and causing trouble everywhere. The insults and abuse directed at me became overwhelming.

I thought that at least Frank would understand, but as soon as he got off the operating table, he filed a formal complaint against me, saying I had no ethics and hadn't even checked the medicine he had taken before operating. He even went as far as to say that I had forced him into a surgery that had ruined him for good, and he brought in reporters to cry about the failed surgery.

That was when Karen had taken over, giving him her so-called "conservative treatment", and he had "miraculously" recovered in just a few days.

But I had seen her methods. She had just dabbed on a bit of disinfectant and called it treatment! She had done nothing else! Yet she took credit for my work to make herself look good!

After that, she was celebrated as a medical genius and praised for bravely standing up to a corrupt doctor like me, and was subsequently promoted to department chief in my place.

It was only then that I realized that Frank had intentionally messed up his own body by taking random drugs while hiding it from me, then forced me to operate on him so that he could ruin my reputation to make way for Karen to get promoted!

Frank had been plotting against me from the start!

"Hey! Are you deaf or something?! I said my private parts aren't working! Get on with the surgery already!"

Frank's furious shouting snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and slowly curled my lips into a smile.

Since he had come to me for help, he had better be ready to pay the price.

"Hurry up! Fix me already!" Frank clutched his crotch as he sweated with anxiety. Seeing how calm I was, he got even angrier.

"You witch, your own husband is sick, yet you don't even care? Do you have some other guy outside? Are you stalling on purpose so I'll be ruined forever so that you can run off with your lover?" He yelled.

Frank thought acting like this would force me to give him surgery right away, but I refused to play along.

No one knew Frank's condition better than I did. The drugs he had been taking included one with a limited window of effectiveness. Once this window closed, not even God could save him.

That was why Frank was so desperate.

I took my time as I asked, "From what I can tell, your problem seems to be caused by taking too much medication. Have you been taking anything that can cause adverse effects recently?"

Frank snapped, "No! I didn't take anything!"

I patiently kept asking, "Are you sure? Treating an illness isn't a game. You have to be honest so we can help you properly."

Frank became even more annoyed. "I said I didn't take anything! Can you help me or not? If a hospital this size can't even handle a minor case like this. I think you guys just want to go viral on the internet!"

I ignored his threats and tried to persuade him to get a proper checkup before the surgery.

Finally, Frank realized I was stalling. He whipped out his phone, shoved it in my face, and started recording while shouting, "Everybody, look at her! She's the one! I'm in pain here, yet she's forcing me to get pointless tests just to hit her targets! This hospital and these doctors don't care about their patients at all!"

His video quickly spread online. Netizens cursed me out with every insult one could imagine.

[Are doctors like her earning dirty money just for their own funerals?]

[Doctors are supposed to save lives, not squeeze every cent out of people! She should just go to hell!]

I watched Frank doing all this and coldly said, "Why not upload the part where your private parts stopped working, too, so everyone can see the full story?"

Frank's face turned dark. "Are you messing with me on purpose? You think it's something to be proud of that I'm crippled? You're just trying to humiliate me!"

I snorted icily. "I'm following the proper procedures. If you don't trust me, I can transfer your case to my other colleagues."

Frank instantly panicked upon hearing my words. "Don't you dare! Who else can fix me but you…"

He stopped mid-sentence and coughed awkwardly before looking away, pretending nothing had happened.

Watching him like this, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

So, he did know that only I could cure him? Yet he had still humiliated me repeatedly. In my past life, he had even ruined my reputation and handed my hard-earned promotion over to his so-called childhood sweetheart, who had done nothing but dab some disinfectant on him!

Maybe I had been too professional and treated him too nicely, making him take everything for granted.

Frank's commotion drew a crowd of patients and doctors, including his childhood sweetheart, Karen.

Just like in my last life, Karen put on her sweet act and pleaded with me to give Frank conservative treatment. "Dr. Janet, I know you're under a lot of pressure to hit your targets, but you can't just suggest surgery to every patient. As doctors, aren't we supposed to help our patients from worrying and spending beyond their means? You ignored what he told you and forced unnecessary tests. That's against medical ethics!

"Honestly, Mr. Frank's condition isn't even that serious. Conservative treatment should be enough. It's cheaper and better for the patient!"

Karen's words got the onlookers clapping and cheering for her. She was good at winning people over, so even some doctors sided with her.

"Doctor Karen is the real deal! It's already bad enough that we're sick, but these greedy doctors keep wasting our money! It's disgusting!"

"Yeah, doctors should have a conscience. Running unnecessary tests and surgeries just for promotions… It's disgusting!"

"And Janet is running for chief? She's not even worth comparing to Doctor Karen! Doctor Karen should be the chief!"

With everyone turning against me, Karen and Frank shared a satisfied look.

Their plan was working. Next, I was supposed to argue that Karen was wrong and then force Frank into surgery to save him.

But after what had happened in my last life, there was no way I would fall for it again.

Looking at their smug faces, I smiled and nodded. "Alright, then. Let Doctor Karen give Frank the conservative treatment."

"What did you say? You want Karen to give me conservative treatment?!" Frank Myer stared at me in disbelief, lowering his voice as he grit his teeth. "Janet, are you crazy?! Karen has always worked in admin; she doesn't even know how to treat patients. Are you trying to get me killed by letting her treat me?"

I immediately raised my voice and shot back, "What? Are you saying Karen can’t give any treatment at all? Then, how is she qualified to run for chief?"

Karen's face instantly turned pale as she glared furiously at Frank. Frank quickly tried to gratify her, his attitude pitiful as if he were begging on the street.

But when he turned back to me, his expression was full of anger and disgust. "How dare you slander Doctor Karen like that?! Her skills are top-notch! My problem is nothing to her!"

I shrugged. "Then go ahead and let her treat you."

Seeing that I wouldn't budge, Frank didn't seem worried. He quietly reassured Karen, "Don't worry. Janet and I have only been married for two months. If she doesn't want to be a widow for the rest of her life, she'll have to do the surgery herself. Otherwise, the gossip alone would drown her!"

Just then, the higher-ups of the hospital rushed in and shot me a fierce look.

Frank's video had caused quite a stir online, so the hospital director had come to investigate. With all his experience, he could see right away that Frank was at a critical point. If Frank didn’t get surgery now, he really would lose his private parts for good.

If Frank's treatment failed, the hospital's reputation would be in ruins.

So, the hospital director meekly persuaded Frank to agree to the surgery. Frank, who had planned this whole scene just to boost Karen's fame, agreed without hesitation.

On his way to the operating room, he was all smiles, telling Karen, "Only Janet can do this surgery. She's such a pushover. Even after I yelled at her just now, she’ll still do it herself. Karen, get ready for your promotion!"

Karen was excited too. As she passed me, she sneered, "Doctor Janet, you'd better do a good job with this surgery, or everyone really will think you’re just a scammer and a doctor without any talents!"

They were both sure I would deliver a perfect operation to clear my name.

I clenched my fists and silently followed the hospital director into the prep room outside the operating theater.

Frank was already under anesthesia when I entered the theater. He immediately burst into arrogant laughter and pointed at me with contempt. "I knew you’d show up, because you did the same last time! You're so pathetic, Janet. Someone like you will never be good enough for me. If it weren't for the fact that I need to take you out for Karen as her biggest competitor, do you think I would have forced myself to court and marry you?

"This marriage is so useful, though. I'm your husband. If I say you're a corrupt doctor, everyone will believe it. But if I kill you, nobody will think it was me! Hahaha, this time, Karen and I are going to walk all over you, spend your money, and live a good life!"

Everyone thought Frank was just mindlessly rambling under anesthesia, but I knew every word was true.

What really shocked me was that Frank had regressed as well.

But even if he had, it wouldn’t change a thing. Everything was set in stone now. This time, he was going to lose his private parts.

He could forget about ever using me to ascend again!