After I, a master surgeon, crippled both my hands in front of everyone, they all applauded.
Only my husband's junior, Liu Mianmian, broke down and demanded, "I am Bian Que reborn. I can tell your medical skills aren't very good, but I hope you'll keep contributing at your post."
I coldly shook off her hand and destroyed my medical license.
In my previous life, she claimed to be Bian Que reborn, with a thorough knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.
I carefully studied my patients' conditions and performed surgeries lasting more than ten hours to pull them back from the brink of death.
But she could cure cancer patients with just one bowl of herbal medicine.
The patients' families regarded her as their savior and treated me with contempt, saying all I cared about was money.
I refused to give up, putting everything I had into every surgery, but my patients still showed no improvement. Whenever a patient's condition became critical, she could always save them with herbal medicine.
In the end, the patients' families stabbed me to death with knives.
When I woke again, I had been reborn on the day Liu Mianmian claimed to be Bian Que reborn,
