Chapter 3

Soon, the hospital director came striding over with an ashen face.

He stopped directly in front of me, his tone brooking no argument.

"Sally, this is my final warning. Go perform surgery on Mr. Johnson's daughter immediately!"

I was writing notes in the medical records, not even lifting my head.

"The hospital has its rules and regulations."

"As the director, you shouldn't be the one breaking the boundaries."

Seeing I remained unmoved, he panted heavily.

"Do you know who Mr. Johnson is!"

"A renowned physician in domestic obstetrics, practicing for fifty years, saving tens of thousands of mothers and newborns. He's the most respected senior in the entire medical field!"

"With his status and connections, he doesn't even need to act himself—countless people in the industry will fight to teach you a lesson!"

"By doing this, you're not just harming yourself—you'll drag the entire hospital down!"

Saving countless mothers, yet abandoning his own wife pregnant for ten months.

He wasn't a renowned physician—he was a murderer.

I couldn't help but scoff.

Seeing I was unmoved, the director issued his ultimatum.

"If you insist on this, the hospital will terminate your position and revoke all your medical honors."

I took a deep breath and put on my surgical gown.

I turned and headed to the disinfection area.

Within ten minutes, an elegant, elderly figure walked in.

Johnson stood tall with gentle features—the saintly physician everyone praised.

That face—I'd remembered it for forty years, hated it for forty years.

Every midnight dream left me nauseated with hatred.

He walked to my side, his tone composed and assured.

"Young lady, you're very capable."

"As a fellow doctor who saves lives, I admire you very much."

"But I don't want this pride of yours to destroy you."

He calmly put on rubber gloves.

His tone steady, carrying the pressure of an elder.

"There's still one last chance. I'll operate on your pregnant woman, and you operate on my daughter."

"I've lived my whole life with a clear conscience. This is the only time I'm overstepping bounds—I only ask you to save my daughter who's also in labor."

"I promise I'll remember this debt and ensure your future is secure."

He wore an expression of sincerity and pain.

But I wasn't moved in the slightest—I only felt disgusted.

She could have had a better life, but she worked three jobs a day to put you through medical school.

When you had nothing, she was still willing to suffer alongside you.

She waited with joy for her husband to welcome their daughter together, only to be cruelly abandoned.

When you were sweet with your mistress, did you ever think about how much pain she was in?

I stared at the disinfectant in the sink.

"You say you've lived your whole life with a clear conscience..."

I laughed coldly, then turned my head and said word by word.

"What about all those innocent souls you killed while climbing up!"

Johnson's face stiffened.

His voice suddenly turned harsh, revealing his true face beneath the skin.

"Who exactly are you!"

I stared into his eyes but didn't see any answers there.

I suppose when you've done so many guilty deeds, you can't even recognize the daughter you nearly killed all those years ago.

The corner of my mouth carried mockery.

"What do you think?"

In less than two seconds, Johnson calmed down again.

His eyes held disdain and contempt.

"I've seen plenty of troublemakers like you."

"Without evidence, you're nothing but a clown."

"In the end, won't you come begging me to spare you?"

It seemed over the years he'd dealt with quite a few suffering people seeking justice.

But he didn't know that even the tightest net has gaps.

That child who should have become a wronged ghost—

She's come carrying her mother's hatred to collect his debt!

I slowly exhaled.

"Mr. Johnson, who wins and who loses—that's not certain yet."

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes.

Then he snorted coldly with ambiguous meaning.

"You brought this on yourself."

I entered the ordinary operating room for the pregnant woman.

Johnson walked toward the special treatment room for his daughter.

Disinfecting, lifting the scalpel, suturing.

Every step, I gave my full concentration, abandoning all distractions from my mind.

I wasn't just saving an ordinary mother.

I was saving my mother who had been helpless all those years ago.

The surgery ended.

Mother and child were safe. Everything went smoothly.

But the moment I walked out of the operating room,

A wave of public opinion and online harassment swept across the entire internet.