The Shift Swap That Killed Me

In my last life, my coworker Leslie begged me to switch shifts with her.

Olivia, I have a date with my boyfriend tomorrow. Let me work today, and you cover for me tomorrow!

I nodded and agreed.

I just never expected that Leslie would give the wrong medication that very night, causing the patient in Room 3 to die from respiratory failure.

The next day when I covered her shift, the family of the patient in Room 3 suddenly burst into our office.

Before I could react, Leslie shoved me into the crowd. She held up the shift schedule in her hand.

"She was on duty yesterday. The patient died because of her mistake!"

The furious family members tore at my clothes and struck my head. I died on the spot.

After I died, I learned that the boyfriend she mentioned was actually my husband!

They even took the compensation money the hospital gave me and chose to travel abroad.

When I opened my eyes again, Leslie was clinging pitifully to my arm. "Olivia, I have something I need to discuss with you."

The warmth on my arm made me shudder instantly.

I couldn't help but let my gaze fall on Leslie. She shook my arm and acted cute toward me.

"Olivia, please do me this favor."

"Tomorrow is my one-year anniversary with my boyfriend. We already made plans."

She blinked her eyes, looking very innocent.

"I know you're the nicest person in our department. You definitely won't refuse me, right?"

I suppressed the hatred in my heart and gently pushed her hand away.

"I'll agree to it."

"That's great, Olivia! I knew you were the best."

"But I have one condition."

I interrupted her words rather coldly. In an instant, the enthusiasm on her face vanished completely.

Her voice even became somewhat dissatisfied. "What condition, Olivia?"

As I spoke, I turned and took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer.

"I need you to write down the specific time, the reason for switching shifts with me, and then sign your name."

"Then you need to hold this paper and let me take a photo of you."

As soon as I finished speaking, Leslie screamed.

"Olivia! You're going too far!"

She bit her lip tightly, her tears threatening to fall. "We're coworkers. I just want to switch shifts!"

"Do you really need to make things so difficult for me?"

I raised my eyebrows and pretended to put the paper away.

"Since you don't want to switch, then forget it."

As I said this, I deliberately glanced at her. She became visibly anxious.

Seeing that I really didn't intend to switch shifts, she hurriedly came over again.

She gritted her teeth. "Fine, I'll write it."

Without another word, I handed the paper to her. "Then write it."

The moment she spoke, I knew she absolutely had to switch this shift with me.

After all, this was the only way she could get me killed.

In my last life, Leslie came to me near the end of my shift asking me to switch with her.

Looking at her harmless appearance, I agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll cover for you the day after tomorrow."

I just never expected that my casual agreement would bring disaster upon me!

The next day when Leslie covered my shift, she carelessly gave the wrong medication to the patient in Room 3.

The patient immediately went into respiratory failure, but she just stood there helplessly at first, not even pressing the emergency bell.

Only when the patient was on the brink of death did she pretend to perform a few chest compressions.

The person died in the hospital, but she hid it from the family and lied to the hospital until the next day when the patient's family came and discovered the abnormality.

I had just entered the office when a large group of people suddenly rushed through the door.

They angrily asked, "Which one of you was on duty yesterday?"

I was confused and looked at Leslie beside me.

I never expected her to quickly pull out our shift schedule from the drawer.

Then she viciously pointed at me. "It was her! She was on duty yesterday."

"This is our shift schedule. You can look at it if you don't believe me."

I didn't even have a chance to speak before a man grabbed my hair.

"You killed my father. I'll beat you to death!"

Everyone rushed forward, pushing me to the ground, stomping on my head with their feet one after another.

"Olivia?"

"I'm done writing. Take a look."

Leslie's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I took the paper from her.

It clearly stated the reason she wanted to switch shifts, the date, and her name. I nodded with some satisfaction.

"Okay, now hold up that paper and stand over there so I can take a photo."

Leslie's face looked somewhat unpleasant, and her tone became much colder.

"Olivia, you're going a bit too far."

"I already wrote it out for you, and now you want me to take a photo. Don't you trust me?"

I laughed coldly. "Yes. If you don't want to switch shifts, then you don't need to take the photo."

"I'm going home now."

As I spoke, I started putting on my coat. She quickly came over to pull me back.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, Olivia. I'll let you take the photo."

She held up the paper with a resentful expression and stood in the distance, letting me take that photo.

I looked at my phone with satisfaction. "Okay, then I'll leave tomorrow to you."

When I got home, my husband Manuel had made a whole table full of food.

He thoughtfully took my coat from me. "Olivia, it must have been a hard day. Hurry and eat, the food's getting cold."

I sat down without ceremony and forked a piece of meat into my bowl.

"Why did you make such a feast today? Is there some good news?"

Manuel, who was about to sit down, showed a flash of unnaturalness on his face. He licked his lips.

"I just felt you've been working too hard lately, and since I had the day off today, I wanted to reward you."

Then he laughed dryly twice. "How is it? Does it taste good?"

I played along with him. "It's delicious. I really hope I can eat your cooking every day from now on."

His fork paused slightly as he picked up food, not daring to respond.

This meal was eaten with both of us harboring our own thoughts.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

As I spoke, I left my phone on the table, gave Manuel a few instructions, and went into the bathroom.

When I came out, the dining table had been cleaned up.

He was also dressed and ready to go. Seeing my confused expression, he spoke with frustration.

"The company called in the middle of the night saying there's a problem with a contract. They want me to go redo it now."

Then he came over, hugged me, and kissed me. "Olivia, you'll have to sleep alone again tonight."

I smiled and teased him. It wasn't until the door closed that I could no longer hold back that nauseating feeling and ran straight to the toilet to vomit.

If I didn't know his true face, I would have been moved to tears by his affectionate act long ago.

We'd been married for a year and a half. He'd been cheating for a year.

In my last life, he was the one who orchestrated Leslie switching shifts with me.

"I know that patient in Room 3 you're watching over."

"His son is a famous hothead in this area. A maniac."

"Do you want to be with me?"

Just a few short sentences made Leslie kill someone.

And I took the blame for them.

After I died, the hospital downplayed the incident. As compensation, they gave Manuel a large sum of money.

As soon as Manuel got the money, Leslie quit her job.

Later, the two of them sold our marital home, got their visas, and went abroad.

Thinking about how the two of them lived the good life with my blood money, my hatred completely erupted.

Early the next morning, I went to the bank.

To show his sincerity, Manuel had given me his bank card.

"Olivia, now that you're marrying me, I need to give you a complete sense of security."

"You can see all the spending on this bank card."

I trusted him one hundred percent. In all our time married, I never once looked at his phone or checked his transaction records.

He also knew I was someone who didn't like prying into others' privacy, so he dared to say such things.

Looking at the spending records printed out by the bank, I almost laughed until I cried.

In just one month, he'd checked into the Harmony Hotel near the hospital fifteen times.

The most recent time was last night.

There were also purchases of lingerie and various sex toys.

Looking at the spending records, I logged into his cloud storage with my phone.

Inside, I found a large number of intimate photos of him and Leslie.

I downloaded these photos one by one. Everything was ready. I just had to wait until tomorrow!

In the evening, Manuel called me. "Olivia, the company has overtime again. I won't be coming home today."

"Okay."

Compared to him, I didn't want to see his disgusting face even more.

Early the next morning, I got ready and went to the hospital.

Just like in my last life, as soon as I took off my coat, a large group of people gathered at the office door.

And Leslie emerged from the back door of the office with a completely unconcerned expression.

She raised her eyebrows at me, but her eyes held deep hatred.

The patient's family members were shouting for us nurses to pay with our lives.

"You bitches killed my father!"

"Who was on duty yesterday?"

I quickly spoke up. "Leslie, what's going on?"

"Did something happen during your shift yesterday?"

As I spoke, I stared directly at Leslie. The family members naturally heard my words.

They followed my gaze and grabbed Leslie.

"Was it you, you bitch, who was on duty?"

Leslie panicked a bit but still shouted, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

"We have a shift schedule!"

A woman in the crowd spoke up. "If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

"Since you weren't on duty, then who was?"

Leslie quickly broke free from the crowd and then suddenly pushed me.

"Her! She was on duty."

She quickly pulled open the drawer and took out the shift schedule.

"If you don't believe me, you can look!"

"Look at whether it was Leslie or Olivia on duty yesterday!"

Because she was too frightened, her speech became somewhat garbled.

The lead man looked at the shift schedule, read out the time, and then read out my name.

He angrily threw the shift schedule in my face. "You bitch, how dare you frame someone else!"

I covered my head and shouted that it wasn't me. "It really wasn't me! Leslie switched shifts with me yesterday!"

"I have evidence, evidence that can prove it!"

My voice was shrill and piercing. The entire office instantly became quiet.

The man was breathing heavily. "Fine, what evidence do you have?"

Just as I was about to take out my phone, Leslie suddenly knelt down before me.

"Olivia, why are you framing me?"

As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes. "Is it because I came here and stole all your spotlight?"

I was completely confused by her words. "What are you talking about?"

She apologized to me. "I know it was a mistake for me to come here as an intern."

"You've been targeting me at work, mocking me openly and secretly."

"I can let all of that go!"

She turned and pointed. "But now you're indirectly responsible for killing a patient!"

"Do I have to take the blame for this kind of mistake too?"

People always sympathize with the underdog, including the angry family members now.

My breathing became rapid, and then I quickly pulled out my phone. "I also have a photo of you begging me to switch shifts yesterday. I don't understand why you're trying to frame me now!"

The patient's family members glared at me menacingly. There was even a man in the crowd holding a fruit knife.

Just as I took out my phone to prove my innocence, I was shocked to discover that the photo on my phone was gone!

"How can this be?"

I muttered helplessly. At this moment, Leslie, who was kneeling on the ground, looked arrogant.

At an angle only I could see, she mouthed words to me.

"Wait to die."

The family members lost patience. "Do you have the damn photo or not?"

"Don't try to deceive us! If I find out you're lying to us, you better prepare to die!"

I became somewhat panicked, and the sweat on my forehead increased.

Leslie had already stood up from the ground. "Olivia, when you make a mistake, you need to admit it."

"You can't keep using me as your shield!"

As soon as she finished speaking, I laughed.

Then I showed my phone to the group of fierce-looking people across from me. "I found it."

I found it on my Instagram.

"Look, isn't this her in this photo?"

"If you can't see clearly, I have a close-up of what she wrote."

As I spoke, I swiped left. "Look."

"It's true that my name is Olivia, but Leslie switched shifts with me yesterday."

"The reason she gave was that she wanted to go on a date with her boyfriend."

"It's all written here, clear as day."

The man with the knife could no longer contain his emotions. He pushed through the crowd and grabbed Leslie to his side.

He casually patted Leslie's face with the knife.

"Damn bitch, I fucking hate it when people lie to me."

With that, he put away the knife and punched Leslie in the stomach.

Leslie cried out in pain, and tears fell from her eyes.

Looking at her pained expression, my mind was filled with my experiences from my last life.

A group of them surrounded me, punching me again and again.

When I fell to the ground, they even stepped on me with their feet to vent their anger.

Just as the man was about to strike again, the man holding my phone shouted, "Wait, don't hit her yet."

I felt uneasy. I saw him glaring at me ominously.

"This person just said you often bully her."

"How do we know you didn't force her to write this?"

At this moment, Leslie grabbed onto this lifeline and desperately shouted, "Yes, she forced me to write it."

The man seemed to have decided I was the bad person and pressed me step by step.

Until I had no way to retreat and was hiding in the corner.

"Tell me, what reason do you have that we should believe you?"

Another man punched Leslie again. "Don't waste words with this woman."

"Just beat them both to death!"

Just as the man's fist was about to come down, I quickly cried out.

"I have a witness!"

"I was home yesterday! My husband can vouch for me!"

As I said this, I inadvertently glanced at Leslie in the distance.

Her eyes suddenly brightened.

But the man was unmoved. "Why should we believe you?"

"You're not trying to stall for time and secretly call the police, are you?"

At this time of day, everyone in the hospital was busy with their own tasks.

Plus, my office was in the most inconspicuous location, which is what caused the tragedy in my last life.

I quickly shook my head. "No."

As soon as I finished speaking, the office door was pushed open.

Standing in the doorway was Manuel.

He looked at the room full of people and couldn't help but panic.

The man standing in front of me also recognized him.

"Manuel, we've known each other for quite a while. She's your wife?"

Manuel walked over quickly. "What's going on here? She's my wife, Olivia."

"I'm just going to ask you one question. Was she home yesterday?" he asked again.

Manuel didn't dare make eye contact with me for a long time. He hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "No, I didn't see her at home yesterday."