Chapter 10
My boyfriend’s junior apprentice, Beatrice Ingram, liked to show off–claiming she could deliver a baby with one hand.
But her little “performance” went horribly wrong. The patient’s abdomen wouldn’t close, and in panic, Beatrice dropped the scalpel and ran out of the operating room.
I got a call in the middle of the night, rushed to the hospital, and saved the mother’s life.
However, Beatrice became the target of online outrage and was facing severe disciplinary punishment.<
My boyfriend wanted to defend her, but I firmly stopped him. “At a time like this, if you speak up for her, you’ll not only lose your Outstanding Young Doctor award, but the mob will come for you too.“!
Unable to withstand the cyberbullying, Beatrice jumped into the river.
Her suicide note was written in blood and tears, filled with accusations–resentment that my boyfriend hadn’t stood by her side.
Darwin said nothing. He simply set the letter on fire.
Years later, he rose from “Outstanding Young Doctor” to become a nationally revered academician, a towering figure in the medical field.
On the day I gave birth, he personally took charge of my surgery.”
And he did it single–handedly.
He looked at my gaping incision, cradled the blood–soaked infant, and shoved it before my eyes.\
“See? Isn’t this proof that a baby can be delivered with one hand? Why did you have to make things so hard for Beatrice? If you hadn’t stopped me back then, she would be the one standing where I am today!“”
After saying that, he threw the child onto the floor.
My heart seized with rage. Unable to do anything, my baby and I both died that day.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past–watching my boyfriend charge into battle for Beatrice’s sake, utterly unaware that the woman on the operating table was the sister of a powerful tycoon.
A man notorious for being obsessively protective of his younger sister.
Realizing, I had returned to the very day when Beatrice attempted her one–handed delivery stunt, I switched off my phone and slept soundly until dawn.
When I powered it on the next morning, there were indeed 99+ missed calls.
In my previous life, Beatrice knew she had caused a disaster and had frantically called me to clean up her mess. But I had just finished three consecutive surgeries and barely managed an hour’s rest.
Still, I dragged myself through a snowstorm to the hospital, working from dusk till dawn to save both the mother and child. Thanks to my efforts, the patient survived, and Beatrice escaped catastrophe. The tycoon, unwilling to make trouble after his sister and nephew were safe, let her off with only a light punishment.
Had Beatrice endured the criticism and learned from her mistakes, she might have had a chance to continue her career.
But she had been pampered by my boyfriend, Darwin all her life, never enduring a single grievance. Faced with a tidal wave of insults online, she chose instead to drown herself in the river.
…2
When I arrived at the hospital that day, Beatrice was slumped outside the operating room, sobbing.
Inside, my colleagues were frantic, their surgical gowns soaked with blood.
“This is your fault! Your hands were trembling, yet you insisted on that ridiculous one–handed stunt!“N
“Just because Dr. Jenson brought you in, you think you can do whatever you want?“N
“Now look what you’ve done–we’re barely keeping the patient alive. If her brother finds out, none of us will survive in this profession!”
From within the OR, the monitor gave a shrill “beep beep–beep.”
A doctor collapsed onto the floor, his face ashen. “It’s over… everything’s over…“M
A newcomer broke down crying “If only Dr. Humphrey had been on duty last night… she would’ve known what to do… This patient could’ve been saved…”
At that moment, Beatrice lifted her tear–streaked face. Her eyes lit up the instant she saw me.!!
“It’s her!” she cried, pointing at me. “I called her all night, but she never answered! The one who killed the patient isn’t us–it’s her She could’ve saved her, but she deliberately turned off her phone!”
Everyone’s head snapped toward me.
6:55 PM P p
“Dr. Humphrey?“\
“Dr. Humphrey, did you really turn your phone off on purpose?”
“Of course she did!”
Beatrice stood up, holding out her phone for everyone to see–displaying the ninety–nine calls she had made to me.
Lateefa Khanam is a spirited writer who finds freedom in horse riding. She cherishes her mare and the newborn foal, calling them her little happy family.
