The Nurse Who Ruined Me

A clueless young nurse recently joined our department.

Every time I performed a routine gynecological exam on a female patient, she'd stand behind me, covering her mouth and gasping dramatically.

Shed ask questions that sounded innocent but shattered my professional integrity:

Why are you swallowing when you're examining her?

Oh my gosh, do you really have to reach inside? Why is your finger moving around so much in there?

Thats so embarrassing! You're not secretly taking advantage and getting off, are you?!

In my previous life, I tolerated her, assuming she was just ignorant of clinical procedures. I maintained my professionalism even when offended.

But my career promotions were inexplicably stalled, year after year.

One day, she suddenly posted a photo of me performing a palpation, taken from a highly unflattering angle, in the hospitals main SnapChat group, tagging me.

Anthony Even though the patient is under anesthesia, you shouldnt take advantage and grope around to satisfy yourself!!

With medical malpractice claims running rampant and the entire internet condemning me, I was branded a perverted doctor. Consumed by resentment, I jumped from the hospital building.

As my soul plummeted, I actually saw her:

She held my core research paper, stolen from my computer, and shamelessly put her own name on it, successfully securing a permanent position and a promotion!

It turned out she was constantly slandering me,

All to drive me to my death, then legitimately seize my academic achievements!

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first blushed and asked me why I was taking off a patients pants.

Anthony, why did you take off all her pants?

Thats way too embarrassing, cant she at least keep her underwear on?

Oh my gosh, why do you have to reach inside?

Korinas overly sweet voice suddenly burst out in the examination room.

Filled with feigned horror and exaggerated trembles.

The young patient lying on the examination table instantly stiffened, her legs clamping together, her face beet red.

She looked at me like I was a lecherous pervert.

Korina hid behind the light blue curtain, covering her mouth.

Her innocent eyes, adorned with fake eyelashes, fluttered dramatically.

Anthony I didnt have to undress like this in my practical classes before.

Are you trying to Oh, I shouldnt say it, its so embarrassing.

This scene was all too familiar.

The sensation of falling from the tall building snapped me wide awake.

I had been reborn!

In my previous life, to maintain harmony in the department, I patiently explained that this was standard procedure, even with her slanderous accusations.

The result was the patient breaking down on the spot, filing a sexual harassment complaint against me, making it known throughout the entire hospital.

Afterward, Korina cried, claiming she was just naive and too pure.

This time, I would never swallow my anger in silence.

I slammed the instrument in my hand onto the tray, making Korina flinch.

Korina! I roared.

Before I could continue, the female patient on the bed suddenly erupted.

She snatched the sheet, wrapping it around her lower body, tears streaming down her face.

Pointing at me, she shrieked:

You pervert! Even the nurse says you don't need to undress me, so why are you making me do it?!

Im going to report you! Im calling the police!

The hallway outside instantly became agitated, with patients and family members in line peeking in.

Whats going on? What happened?

I heard the doctor was acting perverted, insisting on taking off some young girls pants.

I told you male gynecologists aren't reliable, its disgusting!

Exactly, if there werent any female doctors available, I wouldn't have booked an appointment with him.

What kind of man studies gynecology, what are his intentions

I took a deep breath, about to explain the medical guidelines, when the door to the examination room was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Vice Dean Tony walked in, hands clasped behind his back, his belly protruding.

He was followed by several interns eager to watch the drama.

Korina, like a startled bird, rushed towards Tony.

Her eyes instantly reddened, large tears falling freely.

Dean, Anthony he yelled at me!

I just felt a little sorry for that patient having all her pants off.

I just asked one question, and he threw things and cursed at me

And he said he said he was in charge of this room, and if I couldnt do the job, I should get out

Tony naturally caught Korina by the shoulders.

His fleshy hand rubbed her shoulder for a moment, then he looked at me with an air of official authority.

Anthony! Whats wrong with you?

Is this how you treat a colleague? Where is your medical ethics?

Scaring Korina like this, scaring the patient like this, are you a doctor or a thug?

I coldly watched the despicable duo, working hand in glove.

In my previous life, it was Tony who backed Korina.

Together, they conspired to block my promotion, and eventually climbed over my dead body.

Vice Dean Tony!

I deliberately emphasized the Vice.

According to the Ninth Edition of *Obstetrics and Gynecology*, the bimanual examination protocol requires full exposure of the external genitalia.

Korina, as a licensed nurse, doesnt even know this basic common sense?

Shes screaming and misleading patients, creating doctor-patient conflict.

This incompetent, overgrown child, I dont know how she even managed to get into this hospital?!

Tonys face changed dramatically, the flabby flesh on his face twitching.

He hadnt expected me, usually so mild-mannered and honest, to dare to contradict him in public.

You you dare be insolent!

You think youre in the right? If you cant even calm a patients emotions, how are you fit to be a doctor?

The patient on the bed became even more agitated, crying out:

Im not getting examined! Your hospital is all in cahoots! Im going to expose all of you!

Tony immediately put on a fawning expression, bowing and scraping to the patient:

Im so sorry, so sorry, our management is too lax.

How about this, todays examination fees are waived, and Ill personally arrange for a female specialist to see you.

Turning his head, he glared at me fiercely.

Anthony, given your deplorable attitude today, and the potential suspicion of sexual harassment,

All your VIP special outpatient clinics this week are canceled!

Those are for high-end clients, we cant have someone like you ruining the hospitals reputation!

You report to the ER right now and reflect there on what service attitude means!

Korina, hiding behind Tony, stuck out her tongue at me and mouthed:

[Serves you right].

The surrounding patients and family members pointed and whispered about me.

I looked at the chaotic scene in the room, but my mind was clear.

Go to the ER? Perfect.

If I remembered correctly, this afternoon, the ER would receive a very special patient.

She was Mrs. Anderson, the wife of the citys wealthiest man. In my previous life, she was the key figure who brought Tony to prominence, and then, due to a misdiagnosis, caused his downfall.

Only in the previous life, Tony found a scapegoat.

This time, I would hold that surgical scalpel myself.

Alright, Ill go to the ER.

Three forty-five in the afternoon.

The piercing siren of an ambulance grew closer, urgent like deaths own summons.

Quick! Clear the way! Car accident! Closed abdominal injury! Hemorrhagic shock!

The accompanying doctor shouted hoarsely, pushing a stretcher into the hall.

On the stretcher, an elegantly dressed middle-aged woman had a face as pale as paper, her abdomen visibly swollen.

Blood stained half the sheet, and the blood pressure monitor's alarm shrieked.

Following closely behind was a well-dressed but disheveled middle-aged man C Mr. Anderson, the city's wealthiest man.

He grabbed the doctors hand and yelled:

Save her! No matter the cost! You must save her!

I was about to step forward to admit the patient, but a figure moved faster than me.

Im the Vice Dean! Ill take this!

Tony had somehow ambled into the ER with Korina.

He instantly recognized Anderson and saw the priceless sapphire bracelet on the womans wrist.

This was an enormous opportunity, the perfect ladder to climb among the powerful.

He pushed me aside and rushed to the stretcher, pretending to press the patients abdomen.

Korina! Prepare for IV access! Prepare for ultrasound!

Korina, still holding the iced coffee shed just bought to watch me fail, casually tossed it aside and scurried around after Tony. Though clumsy, her voice was loud.

Oh dear, so much blood! How scary!

Dean, youre truly amazing, you spotted the problem right away!

Tony fumbled around on the patients stomach a few times, then his face showed a flicker of certainty:

Abdomen rigid as a board, obvious tenderness in the upper left quadrant, this is a classic case of traumatic splenic rupture with severe hemorrhage!

Quick! Notify General Surgery! Prepare for exploratory laparotomy and splenectomy immediately!

He ordered loudly, adopting the air of a renowned physician.

Anderson, hearing a diagnosis, clutched at it like a drowning man:

Okay! Cut it!

As long as shes saved, cut whatever you need to!

The surrounding medical staff immediately sprang into action, pushing the stretcher towards the General Surgery operating room.

Thats it! In my previous life, this diagnosis had killed her!

She didnt have a splenic rupture!

I suddenly lunged forward, gripping the stretchers railing tightly, the immense inertia causing the cart to jerk to a halt.

Dont go to General Surgery!

I shouted loudly, my voice cutting through the clamor.

This isnt a splenic rupture! This is a ruptured ectopic pregnancy!

And its an interstitial pregnancy rupture!

She needs to be sent to the Gynecology operating room immediately for uterine horn resection to stop the bleeding!

The entire room fell silent.

Tonys face twitched with rage.

He rushed over and grabbed my collar:

Anthony! Are you insane?

The patient is fifty years old!

Shes probably already menopausal! How could she be pregnant?

Are you losing your mind just to steal credit? This is a matter of life and death!

Korina also covered her mouth nearby, shrieking in feigned surprise:

Anthony, youre just disgusting!

Earlier in the exam room, you wanted to take off that ladys pants, and now shes in shock, and youre still trying to link it to a female condition?

Do you only think about *that* area whenever you see a female patient?

Her words were venomous.

Andersons already anxious face instantly contorted into a snarl.

As a man, hearing such words, his anger ignited immediately.

You bastard!

Anderson rushed forward and punched me hard in the face.

I staggered backward, tasting blood in my mouth, but I didnt even bother to wipe it.

Mr. Anderson! Listen to me!

Ive observed her vital signs; the abdominal distension is asymmetrical, and theres a clear mass in the right uterine horn!

If the bleeding isnt stopped immediately, shell be in mortal danger within five minutes!

I tried to rush back to block the stretcher but was firmly restrained by two ER security guards.

Pull him away! Get this lunatic out of here!

Tony roared.

Dont let him delay the rescue!

Anthony, youre suspended! Get out of my sight!

Korina hid by the stretcher, watching me being dragged away pitifully, a triumphant, malicious smirk playing on her lips.

She leaned in close to Anderson, thoughtfully offering him a tissue.

Please dont be angry, Mr. Anderson. This Anthony has always had a problematic reputation; everyone in our hospital knows it.

Dont worry, Tony is an expert, hell definitely save your wife.

Anderson shot me a look of disgust and spat on the floor:

Once my wifes surgery is done, Ill get my lawyers to destroy you, you quack!

The stretcher rumbled away, and the operating room door slammed shut with a bang.

The red light flickered on.

I was tossed onto the cold ER floor by the security guards.

Around me were the contemptuous stares of patients and their families, and whispered accusations.

Is that the pervert doctor?

He doesnt even spare a fifty-year-old, how disgusting.

Why hasnt this kind of person been fired yet?

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

A sense of powerlessness washed over me like a tide.

I knew the truth, I wanted to save her.

But I was crushed by authority and public opinion.

But I didn't leave.

I leaned against the wall outside the operating room, staring intently at that red light.

I glanced at my watch.

Four fifteen. Ten more minutes.

As soon as Tony opened the abdominal cavity and found the spleen perfectly intact,

While blood poured into the abdominal cavity.

That would be the beginning of his nightmare.

And I had to be here. Because a life was at stake.

Even if misunderstood, even if beaten.

I couldnt watch her die at the hands of that idiot.

This is what it means to be a doctor.

The hallway outside the operating room was deserted, only Mr. Anderson pacing back and forth anxiously.

Korina, as the scrub nurse, had also gone in. Tony clearly wanted to give her a share of the credit to help her secure a permanent position.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Four fifteen. Four twenty.

Suddenly, the airtight door of the operating room opened a crack.

An anesthesiologist, covered in sweat, rushed out.

He yelled frantically at the nurses station:

Blood bank! More blood! Type AB blood! Quickly!

Anderson grabbed the anesthesiologists arm, his hand trembling:

Whats going on? Arent they doing a splenectomy? Why do you need more blood?

The anesthesiologists face was pale, his eyes darting away:

The the bleeding is too massive cant find the source of bleeding

What do you mean you cant find the source of bleeding?!

Anderson roared like thunder.

Just then, the operating room door opened again.

Dr. Miller, the Director, arrived hurriedly with several specialists, clearly having received a critical report.

Whats the situation? What is Tony doing?

The Director demanded, pulling on his scrubs.

I emerged from the corner, my voice hoarse but firm.

Director, its a ruptured interstitial pregnancy.

Tony cant find the bleeding source because hes been rummaging around the spleen up top, but the bleeding point is in the uterine horn below.

The Director abruptly stopped, turning to look at me.

He saw the bruises on my face and the blood at the corner of my mouth.

Anthony? What are you doing here?

What youre saying, is it true?

Let me in.

I met the Directors gaze, without any hesitation.

Right now, only I can locate the spot and stop the bleeding within a minute.

If I fail, Ill never practice medicine again, and Ill serve time in prison as restitution.

The Director looked at me deeply, with scrutiny and the resolve of a desperate gamble.

The monitoring alarms inside were already echoing in the hallway C the wailing of a heart about to stop.

Get in! Scrub in! The Director growled.

Anderson tried to stop me, but the Director silenced him with a look:

Shut up, unless you want your wife to die!

I sprinted into the changing room.

In that moment, I felt my blood boiling.

Three minutes later.

I entered the operating room.

The operating table was a scene of hell.

Blood-soaked gauze littered the floor, and the monitors emitted piercing alarms.

Tony, his hands covered in blood, was frantically rummaging around inside the patients abdomen.

He had completely broken down, muttering to himself:

Impossible why isnt it there the spleen is fine where is the blood coming from

Korina cowered in a corner, trembling, instruments scattered all over the floor, too terrified to do anything but whimper.

Get out of the way!

I charged forward, forcefully using my shoulder to shove Tony, sending him stumbling backward and falling to the floor.

You Anthony? What are you doing?!

Tony looked at me in terror.

I ignored him, my hands swiftly reaching into the pelvic cavity.

Hot. Scalding blood.

But I didnt need my eyes; my hands were my eyes.

Countless dissection practices in my past life.

Made my fingertips, the moment they touched that pulsating rupture.

Form a muscle memory.

Found it!

My left hand tightened instantly, gripping the ruptured uterine horn artery.

In that very moment.

*Sizzle*

The blood that had been gushing violently suddenly stopped.

The blood pressure readings on the monitor, which had been plummeting, finally stabilized.

Then slowly began to rise.

The entire room fell silent.

The anesthesiologists eyes widened, looking at me as if hed seen a ghost:

Did did you stop it?

I looked up, casting a cold glance at Tony on the floor, then at Korina in the corner.

Did you see that, you quack?!

Prepare for uterine horn wedge resection!

The next ten minutes were my domain.

Excision, suturing, ligationeach movement was precise and flawless.

When I cut the last suture, the patients vital signs were completely stable.

From that bloody mess.

I retrieved the culprit.

An abnormally developed embryonic tissue.

Tony lay limp on the floor, his face ashen.

He knew he was finished.

The surgery ended.

I removed my blood-soaked gloves and walked out of the operating room.

Outside the door, Anderson had already learned everything.

This titan of the business world now bowed deeply to me.

Miracle worker! Anthony is a miracle worker!

Im a fool! I was blind to your talent! I wronged you so terribly!

Thank you for saving my wifes life!

He cried with gratitude.

I stepped aside, not helping him up, and simply said calmly:

Its a doctors duty.

However,

I changed the subject, my gaze sweeping past him to Korina, who had just sneaked out of the operating room and was furtively fiddling with her phone.

She was hiding behind a pillar, thinking no one saw her, her fingers rapidly tapping on the screen.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

A notification from the main group chat.

A cold smirk touched my lips.

Mr. Anderson, I appreciate your gratitude. But I might be facing trouble again now.

Trouble?

Anderson paused, then rose from the floor.

I took out my phone, opened the hospitals five-hundred-person group chat, and handed the screen to Anderson.

In the group, Korina had just sent a new message and tagged everyone.

[Korina: I was really scared today.]

[Even though it was to save a life, Anthony was too much in the operating room]

[How can he just grope around in such a private area? ]

[And keep his hand in there for so long He looked like he was really enjoying it.]

[Everyone, judge for yourselves, even if the patient was under anesthesia, he shouldnt take advantage to molest her, right? image.jpg]

Attached was a photo taken from an extremely unflattering angle.

In the picture, my hand was deep inside the patients abdominal cavity. Due to the exertion, my expression looked somewhat strained.

But after she added a filter, it genuinely appeared to have a perverted, lecherous quality.

Anderson looked at the phone screen, his face shifting from confusion to disbelief, and finally to a dark, explosive red.

He had been standing right beside me.

He had personally watched me snatch his wife back from the jaws of death.

He had personally seen that nurse terrified and useless in the operating room, yet now she was spreading such malicious lies online.

Is that the nurse from just now?

Anderson gritted his teeth.

I took back my phone and said calmly:

Yes, she says I was molesting the patient.

Mr. Anderson, it seems Im in for a rough legal battle.

Anderson spun around abruptly, glaring fiercely at the triumphant figure behind the pillar.

Fine very fine!

Daring to spread rumors about my wifes savior, and using my wifes surgery photo as material for sexual slander!

Anderson pulled out his phone and dialed a number:

Get my entire legal department here! I want this b*tch to rot in jail!