The Doctor Who Borrowed My Life

While performing a medical examination on my boyfriend's best friend Lydia, I discovered she had cancer.

To help her raise money for surgery quickly, I took the initiative to offer to buy her house.

But just two days after I moved in, her cancer miraculously disappeared, while I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

She filed a complaint at the hospital, saying I had forged medical records to trick her into selling me her house.

"You forged medical records just to scam my house away from me. Aren't you afraid of karma?"

I denied it repeatedly, pulling up all her medical records and even showing the bank transfer receipts.

But she just sneered.

"Those can all be faked. If I really had late-stage cancer, how do you explain my miraculous recovery?"

My boyfriend Pedro also frowned and accused me.

"I checked with the bank. You haven't even paid Lydia yet!"

I couldn't defend myself and was ultimately fired from the hospital.

Even all my assets were seized by Pedro as compensation for Lydia.

But I died in agony from a cancer outbreak.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day Lydia wanted to sell her house.

"If only someone would buy my house, then I could survive!"

Hearing the familiar hint in Lydia's words, I realized I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I caught her hint and took the initiative to offer to buy her house at a price above market value.

She knelt before me excitedly, thanking me over and over.

But just two days after I moved in, she went to the medical office to file a complaint against me.

She said I had deliberately forged her late-stage cancer medical records to buy her house at a low price while she was desperate.

"The moment she took over my house, the director told me I wasn't sick at all. How can that be such a coincidence?"

"Pedro already said how much she wanted her own house but couldn't afford one. Now isn't this the perfect opportunity?"

I was fired from the hospital. Even when I produced evidence to prove my innocence, it was useless.

In the end, I was left homeless, dying in agony on the street with no one caring.

And I could never figure out how I, who had always been healthy, could suddenly be diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

This time, no matter what she says, I won't buy her house again!

I pretended not to understand her hint, putting my hands in my pockets and smiling faintly.

"Why don't you post your medical records and property deed online? There are so many kind people out there. As long as your price is right, someone will definitely be willing to buy."

Lydia's smile froze.

She stood up abruptly, her face showing the humiliation of being insulted.

"Dr. Betty, I just want to sell my house. I haven't reached the point where I need to be humiliated by strangers online!"

"You're insulting me! I'm sick, but I'm not a beggar. If it has to be like this, I'd rather not sell the house."

I said nothing more.

Seeing my silence, the anxiety on Lydia's face intensified.

She changed tactics.

"Pedro's girlfriend is also my friend. We have such a good relationship. You surely can't bear to see me struggling with money, right? How about..."

She drew out her words, her eyes drifting toward me.

I nodded, took out several business cards from real estate agencies from my drawer, and pushed them toward her.

"These are all well-known agencies that sell properties quickly. If you list with all of them simultaneously, you'll definitely sell soon."

Lydia was choked by my words, her face full of unwillingness and irritation.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice sharp and urgent.

"Are you deliberately pushing me into a pit of fire? Those unscrupulous agencies are all eyeing my commission fees."

"If I give them the money, how will I pay for treatment?"

"What I meant was, as long as you buy it, I'll..."

I immediately cut her off.

"You'd better think of another way. I don't have money."

Lydia's face instantly darkened.

She grabbed my hand, her tone full of entitlement.

"You don't have money, so you can't buy my house? I'm not asking for much, just seven hundred thousand. You're telling me you can't come up with that?"

"It's still early. Come with me right now to transfer the ownership!"

With that, she pulled me quickly toward the door.

I lowered my eyes, watching her eager appearance, and sneered.

Was she trying to force a sale? I yanked my hand back forcefully.

Lydia's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"I know you look down on my illness, but my house isn't sick!"

"I'm begging you not to force me to list with an agency! I haven't raised enough for my surgery yet. I really can't afford the agency fees!"

Before I could speak, Pedro rushed in from outside.

He supported the swaying Lydia and frowned at me accusingly.

"Betty, Lydia just wants to sell her house. Why are you being so aggressive?"

I put on a stern face and adopted a businesslike attitude.

"As her attending physician, I'm only responsible for treating and saving patients. I have no obligation to help her raise money for surgery."

But Pedro didn't take my words to heart.

He waved his hand impatiently.

"You want to buy a house, Lydia wants to sell a house. It's a win-win situation. Why are you making such a fuss? You even insist she list with an agency."

"You're just petty, always scheming against your own people."

Watching his complaining expression, I was dazed for a moment.

In my previous life when Lydia complained about me, he had the same impatient look.

"I've known Lydia for over ten years. She never lies. You should just admit it."

"Apologize to Lydia and give her back the house. Consider the purchase money as compensation for her, and she'll definitely forgive you."

"Sacrificing a little benefit is better than losing your job."

He defended Lydia at every turn and never believed me even a little.

A surge of impulse rose in my chest, and I couldn't help but speak.

"Pedro, let's break..."

But before I could finish, Pedro pulled out a set of keys from behind and showed them off to me.

"Good thing Lydia said she wanted to surprise you and already transferred the house to me, otherwise you would have lost your house!"

He casually tossed the keys on my desk without another glance at me, instead urging me to transfer the money quickly.

All color drained from my face.

My mouth opened and closed several times before I finally found my voice, asking Pedro with a trembling voice.

"You bought Lydia's house?"

Pedro nodded nonchalantly.

I quickly threw the keys back.

"I don't want this house. Since you love being charitable, you keep it and live there!"

Pedro's face turned from green to white.

After a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence.

"We're going to get married eventually. Can't we just use it as our wedding house? Besides, I'm just helping a friend. Can you not be so petty?"

"Hurry up and transfer the money to Lydia. Don't delay her surgery!"

I didn't speak for a long time.

Lydia dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud, raising her voice.

"Dr. Betty, please give me the money! I'm waiting for this money to save my life!"

"You can look down on my house, but you can't refuse to pay after the house has been transferred! I'm waiting for this money for surgery!"

Pedro chimed in, every word implying I was untrustworthy and unrighteous.

The patients who had been waiting outside the door heard this and began accusing me one after another.

"I don't dare let a doctor without basic human morality treat me. Who knows if she'll also try to take my money?"

"Exactly. She can refuse to pay now. Who knows if next time, if we ask too many questions, she might deliberately prescribe the wrong medicine and kill us!"

"With this kind of doctor in the hospital, I don't dare come here for treatment anymore! Who knows if the hospital will cover for her too!"

As soon as this was said, the commotion grew louder, demanding the hospital fire me.

The smile on Lydia's face gradually became smug.

She held her phone in front of me, chin slightly raised, signaling me to pay.

I straightened my clothes and calmly opened the recording on my phone.

"From beginning to end, I never agreed to your request to buy the house, nor did I say I would buy it. Why should I pay?"

"Just because your family is poor doesn't mean you can morally blackmail people here, right? If everyone else follows your example, wouldn't I have to buy everyone's house?"

The noisy hallway suddenly fell silent.

Lydia's eyes reddened.

"Betty, I know you're worried other patients will follow my example, which is why you kept refusing me, but now the keys are in your hands. Stop denying it!"

Pedro also echoed her, telling me to just admit it.

He smiled confidently, as if as long as he spoke, I would definitely compromise.

I sneered. "Dream on!"

Pedro's face instantly darkened.

He slapped me across the face.

"Betty, the money's already been given. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

"I'm telling you, today you're taking this house whether you want to or not!"

"Lydia already transferred it to your name. You have no right to refuse!"

I covered my face, watching them determined to force the house on me, and my thoughts drifted.

In my previous life, when I was diagnosed with cancer, it was already late-stage. The director lamented that if only I had discovered it earlier, it wouldn't have been untreatable.

But I had never shown any symptoms. Could it really be late-stage cancer?

Suddenly, my phone rang.

It was the director sending me my test results.

"Betty, you're perfectly healthy. I think you've just been overworked lately, imagining you have cancer. Just get more rest."

The weight in my heart lifted.

But the next second, a deeper confusion welled up.

If I didn't have cancer, then what about the late-stage cancer in my previous life?

I pretended to stay calm and looked up at Pedro with a smile.

"Since you both insist I take the house, I'll take it."

Just as their expressions relaxed, I changed my tone.

"However... put the house in your name. After all, you paid for it with your money. It's only reasonable to put it in your name."

Pedro's expression stiffened, his eyes evasive.

"This house was mortgaged using your identity information. I can't change it to my name."

He paused, his tone changing from humble to righteous.

"We're going to be family anyway. Just write off this money!"

In my previous life, when he used all my savings as compensation for Lydia, he said the same thing.

"Everything I'm doing is atoning for your sins. Why are you so ungrateful?"

"Betty, you owe Lydia. You can never repay her in this lifetime! Let alone this little money!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't contain my anger anymore.

I kicked Pedro's knee.

"You used my identity to get a mortgage to buy your best friend's house? Since you love outsourcing charity, why don't you take the house and the mortgage?"

"You can afford the house money! Either put the house in your name, or..."

I paused and turned to Lydia with a smile.

"Return every cent of the bank transfer to me! I don't care whether your surgery happens or not."

Hearing this, Pedro turned his face away without a word.

But Lydia cried breathlessly.

"Betty, you're making such a fuss because you think my house is dirty! I'm sick, but my house isn't sick!"

"If I die, will you accept my house? Then I'll satisfy you!"

With that, Lydia ran quickly toward the window and, with force, climbed onto the windowsill, preparing to jump.

In an instant, the entire hallway filled with successive cries of alarm and blame.

"It's just using your identity to get a mortgage to buy a friend's house. You're going to get married eventually. What's wrong with family members taking on a mortgage? The house is in your name anyway."

"Exactly! To prove her house is clean, she's about to jump to her death. Are you satisfied now?"

"If I were you, I would have accepted the house long ago! Such good fortune falls in your lap, you should be thrilled!"

Pedro glared at me and pushed me aside hard, catching Lydia around the waist.

Seeing her safe, Pedro breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and berated me.

"This house is tied to Lydia's life. You're just losing some money and taking on debt, but Lydia is losing her life!"

"Even if you really don't want this house, you shouldn't force Lydia to return the money! Don't you know you can sell it yourself?"

Hearing this, Lydia's crying, which had been subsiding, grew louder again.

She grabbed Pedro's hand, crying breathlessly, shaking her head repeatedly.

"You can't let Dr. Betty sell it. I'll only give my house to her. I won't agree to anyone else."

"I don't have much time left. Please just grant me this last wish!"

I looked around. Everyone wanted to tear me apart and devour me.

Since Lydia insisted I accept the house, I wanted to see what was so important about this house that she had to force it on me!

After thinking it through, I stopped resisting and agreed to take the house.

Seeing my agreement, Lydia immediately stopped crying.

She blinked and made a request hesitantly.

"Dr. Betty, I'm glad you don't mind. But I want to see you move in with my own eyes..."

Before she finished, Pedro agreed on my behalf.

"Whatever conditions you state, whether it's a thousand or ten thousand, Betty will agree!"

Lydia's eyes lit up, immediately pushing further.

"Then Dr. Betty, I want to receive videos from you every day showing you living there, just to satisfy my attachment to the house."

"I won't watch much. I just want to see you sleeping, to feel like I'm experiencing it with you."

But she still wasn't satisfied and continued, demanding that Pedro and I sleep in the same room.

But I had to sleep on the bed while Pedro slept on the floor.

I agreed through gritted teeth, but became more guarded.

Now Lydia laughed outright, eagerly pulling me toward the hospital exit, saying she wanted to help me move.

Watching Pedro move my luggage into the master bedroom, Lydia's tightly clenched hands finally relaxed.

She smiled while helping me organize things, her instructions never stopping.

"Dr. Betty, I bought this bed at a high price. It guarantees high-quality sleep. You must use it well!"

"Especially this mattress, it's a matching set with the bed, and it fits perfectly. Don't change it unless necessary."

I nodded carelessly, paying no attention to her words.

Before leaving, Lydia, pale-faced, repeated those words again.

She paused, as if kindly reminding me.

"Dr. Betty, you should pay more attention to your health lately. What if you also get cancer? Don't be like me, only discovering it so late. If you feel any discomfort, make sure to get checked immediately."

My heart surged with alarm.

How did Lydia know I would get cancer?

But the next second, remembering the test results on the report, my heart settled.

My gaze unconsciously swept over the walls and furniture, everything looking freshly renovated.

A suspicion arose in my mind.

Could my cancer be related to this house?

I carefully recalled Lydia's behavior in forcing the house on me and her parting words. I became increasingly certain there was something wrong with the house.

I called in professionals to test the entire house for formaldehyde, but the result showed zero formaldehyde, nothing wrong with the house.

To verify my suspicion, I took tools and searched every corner of the house, but found nothing.

Just as I was puzzled, I suddenly remembered my best friend's earlier joke.

"Sleeping in a sick patient's bed, aren't you afraid of bad luck? There might be a curse."

At the time, I laughed at her superstition, but this sentence awakened me.

What if it really was a problem with the bed?

My gaze slowly fell on that bed, and I yanked the mattress off onto the floor.

Looking at what was revealed under the mattress, I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

I finally understood how Lydia's late-stage cancer disappeared!