The pediatric ICU suddenly lost power.
I was on the night shift, but I didn’t panic or call for help.
I calmly waited as the temperature dropped in the incubators where the children lay...
In my previous life, when the pediatric ward lost power, I immediately switched on the backup generator to keep the children safe.
After taking care of everything, I had just sat down for a moment to drink some water.
Suddenly, my colleagues rushed in from outside and woke me up.
“Dr. Li, how could you, a healthcare worker, deliberately harm those children!”
“You’re so vicious! You froze them to death! You’ll be struck by lightning!”
Only then did I learn that every single child had died.
The police took me away, saying I’d been alone in the room and that they’d found my fingerprints on the temperature controller.
My son produced a video as evidence. “She often complained that the young patients were a nuisance.”
The furious parents cornered me in an alley and tortured me to death over the course of ten hours.
But even as I died, I couldn’t understand it. The room had been kept at a constant temperature, so how could the children have frozen to death?
And why had my own son played a fake video to frame me?
A sudden jolt ran through me, and I woke up on the day of the blackout.
