The Real Young Master Is a Medical Prodigy

Before the World Medical Competition announced its winners, I withdrew the medical paper I had submitted. Mom called me thirty times to demand, “You’ve worked so hard for so many years. Why give up at the very last step?” I said nothing. I hung up and blocked her in one smooth motion, then started binge-watching dramas and shipping couples. In my previous life, I devoted myself to medical research day and night. The product I developed was not only a huge commercial success, but also had an excellent chance of winning the gold medal at the World Medical Competition. Then the fake young master accused me of stealing his medical research. He even produced his lab records, with every entry dated an hour earlier than mine. Mom publicly accused me of being a habitual plagiarist since childhood, saying that giving birth to me was the biggest regret of her life. Amid everyone's congratulations, the fake young master won the competition's gold medal, became the next leading figure in medicine, and was courted by one wealthy family after another. Meanwhile, I was hounded online. An extremist poured sulfuric acid on me, disfiguring me, and I was burned alive in a lab explosion. Given a second chance, I quit the World Medical Competition outright. I want to see how the fake young master plans to finish that half-written medical paper without my research!