The Daughter of a Murderer Doctor

My dad is a murderer.

He had top-tier medical skills, but on the day my mom was hemorrhaging to death, he turned around and ran off to give another pregnant woman a prenatal massage.

Later, that pregnant woman successfully gave birth to a daughter.

Meanwhile, my mom died on a cold operating table.

It wasn't until the next day that the people collecting bodies discovered I still had a breath of life left in my belly.

For forty years, Grandma raised me with her calloused hands.

She put me through the country's top medical university.