A patient was brought into the emergency room in the middle of the night.
As the doctor on duty, I made an excuse about having a stomachache and hid in the bathroom.
I left the new, scheming doctor to handle the emergency and take the lead in saving the patient.
In my previous life, I had given it everything I had and fought hard to save him, pulling him back from the jaws of death.
But when the patient woke up, he claimed I'd broken four of his ribs and demanded compensation.
The hospital also suspended me for rectification because I'd bought myself a bottle of glucose with my own money.
The scheming new doctor immediately accused me of routinely reselling equipment from the department, and I was fired on the spot.
The patient's family, bent on revenge, even stabbed me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the rescue.
