The Surgery Heist

After my mom got into a car accident and urgently needed surgery to save her life, I gave the surgery slot to my best friend’s son, Isaac Halstead.

After all, in the middle of the night, there was only one doctor in the hospital capable of performing the surgery. At the same time, Isaac had swallowed a blade and gone into shock.

But after the operation, Isaac died under mysterious circumstances, and Corinne Halstead blamed his death on me. She started a livestream and twisted the truth.

She falsely accused me of bribing the doctor, stealing the surgery opportunity that originally belonged to her son, causing them to miss the critical treatment window, which led to Isaac’s death.

In the next moment, the police rushed into the hospital and took me, along with the doctor and others, away for investigation.

My mom, whose condition was critical, missed the surgery and died. The incident trended online, and I was subjected to massive cyberbullying.

The doctor who performed the surgery turned out to be my dad, Dr. Alistair Brennan. In the end, he was deliberately run over and killed by an extremist netizen.

In despair, I drank pesticide to prove my innocence.

Not long after I died, Corinne moved into a luxury villa with Isaac and my husband, Grant Kessler.

Only then did I realize that Isaac’s death had been fake all along. This had all been part of her scheme.

She not only took Grant, embezzled the inheritance, but also rode the wave of attention to become an internet celebrity, earning tens of millions.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the night my mom was rushed to the hospital after the accident.

"The patient is in critical condition. Her chest has been pierced by a sharp object. Contact Dr. Brennan immediately and prepare for surgery."

Covered in blood, Mom was wheeled out of the ambulance and rushed into the hospital. Her injuries were severe. She had gotten into a car accident on the highway in the middle of the night. Shattered windshield glass had pierced her chest.

Because the car that rear-ended her had been speeding, her ribs were broken, and her chest was a mangled mess of blood and tissue.

After a quick examination, the ER doctor immediately called for surgery to be prepared.

The quiet emergency department in the middle of the night suddenly burst into motion, nurses hurrying back and forth.

I suddenly snapped back to my senses. I realized I had been reborn.

Looking at the familiar ER lobby, I knew I had returned to the day Mom’s accident happened.

Memories of how I was falsely accused and died miserably in my previous life surged into my mind, forcing me fully awake.

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, a nurse anxiously tugged at me. "Ma’am, are you alright? Please sign the surgical consent form right away. We’re preparing for surgery.

"Your mother’s condition is very serious. The glass must be removed immediately, or she could die from excessive blood loss or infection…"

Hearing those words again, I picked up the pen without hesitation, ready to sign.

"Jazzlyn! What are you doing here? My son swallowed a blade and won’t stop vomiting blood! We’ve been to several hospitals, and none of them had a doctor who could operate. That’s why we came here."

"I don’t know if there’s a doctor here who can do the surgery. Please, save my son!"

I turned my head, and Corinne Halstead’s face came into view. In her arms was a nine-year-old boy, unconscious, blood smeared at the corners of his mouth.

My eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, I stepped back, putting distance between us.

In that instant, everything came back to me.

In my previous life, Mom had been in a car accident on the highway and was brought to the hospital for surgery.

However, right then, Corinne had suddenly appeared, holding Isaac. She told me he had accidentally swallowed a blade that night, and it had lodged in his chest. He needed surgery urgently.

After asking around, she learned that Mom also needed chest surgery because of the accident.

The nurse told us that among the doctors on duty that night, only one could perform this kind of operation. The other doctors would take at least two hours to arrive, and neither of them would survive that long.

Crying hysterically, Corinne dropped to her knees in front of me. She begged me to let Isaac go first.

Considering that we had been best friends for over ten years, I couldn’t bear to refuse her, so I gave in and let Isaac take the surgery slot first.

I never expected that he would die during the operation.

When the nurse handed over the death certificate, the operating room descended into chaos, inside and out. Corinne screamed and wailed.

Before I could even understand what had caused Isaac’s death, she pinned the blame on me.

After that came the livestreams, the online abuse.

Thinking back on everything that had happened in my previous life, I wanted to grind my teeth to dust.

Right now, Corinne was crying pitifully, clutching my hand as she begged again and again.

"Jazzlyn, I’m begging you. Let Isaac go into surgery first, please! He’s still so young. He won’t last much longer. If he dies, I won’t go on living either…"

She kept demanding that I give up the surgery slot, even urging the nurse to send Isaac into the operating room first.

"Nurse, please perform surgery on Mom immediately! I’m not giving up the slot. Take Mom into the operating room now. Don’t delay even a second!"

I snatched the consent form and signed my name in one swift motion.