As the director of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, the day I personally delivered my cousin's baby, she suddenly suffered from amniotic fluid embolism and was in critical condition.
"Qingqing, please, please save your life!"
My aunt knelt on the ground, crying and handed me the consent form for the surgery.
"As long as a person is alive, it is better than anything else!"
In my previous life, I was moved by my aunt's tears. I removed my cousin's uterus without hesitation and snatched her life back from the hands of death.
But as soon as I got off the operating table, my aunt's family turned against me on the spot and blocked my office.
My aunt pointed at my nose and yelled:
"You are a loser! Our family spent half a million dollars in gift money to marry a daughter-in-law, but she gave birth to a loser and she has no offspring! You pay us one million!"
I tried my best to explain that it was to save my life, but no one listened.
Three days later, my cousin-in-law cried to the camera:
"My cousin is the best doctor in the city, why can't she save my uterus? Is she jealous that I married well?"
I was suspended from work by the hospital for investigation, was doxxed, and was raped online.
Unable to bear the endless abuse and humiliation, I jumped from the hospital rooftop.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn and returned to the operating room, holding the signed consent form in my hand.
