Chapter 2
The crowd immediately gathered around Layla, leaving me all alone in the same spot.
As each patient entered the room, my body began to ache in different areas.
The pain was overwhelming, and I soon passed out.
When I woke up again, I was in a ward.
Lily was beside me, her face full of concern.
1, however, quickly urged her to take out her phone.
It was because Lily was one of the patients who had entered Layla’s treatment room.
I had anticipated that Layla wouldn’t let me directly observe her treatment process, so I had asked Lily to take a pinhole
camera into the room.
The surveillance footage on the phone left me stunned and speechless.
There was nothing seriously wrong with Lily. She’d just twisted her ankle a few days ago.
No bone scans or X-rays were taken, but Layla immediately wanted to treat her with dry needling.
Without a second thought, she grabbed a suturing needle and plunged it into Lily’s foot. The sight made my temples
throb.
And it wasn’t just that suturing needles weren’t meant for dry needling or any kind of therapeutic use. And any one of the spots she targeted could’ve caused nerve damage if she was even a millimeter off.
There was no technique to it at all and she just was acting recklessly.
I tried to sit up, but my right ankle had gone completely limp.
Every movement caused blood to surge up, making my whole leg tingle and go numb.
I gripped Lily’s hand and asked, “Did you feel anything when she was doing the needling? Does your foot still hurt?”
Lily sighed and said, “I was just about to tell you this. That needle she used was so thick, my foot felt completely numb, as if I lost all sensation. I didn’t feel any discomfort at all.”
“The strange thing is, she didn’t even target the places where I was hurting, but now, my foot is completely fine!”
I lay back on the bed, my body aching as if it had been shattered into pieces. I could only force myself to focus and piece together the information.
It seemed that Layla had the ability to transfer the pain and aftereffects of surgeries onto me.
All the harm I suffered couldn’t be detected by medical equipment.
As long as I was the one carrying the damage, Layla couldn’t treat or operate on me, which was why she always refused to Chapter 2
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help me.
My mind was in a whirlwind. How could something so bizarre even exist in the world?
Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I immediately went to the hospital director’s office to submit my resignation letter.
The hospital director stared at the resignation letter on his desk, his fingers tapping on it, not saying a word for a long
time.
After a moment, he frowned and looked at me with a deep expression of disappointment.
“You’re quitting just because I said you were faking an illness that day? Or is it because, as Layla suggested, her rapid promotion is threatening your position, so you’re using your resignation as leverage to pressure me?”
Without hesitation, he signed at the bottom to acknowledge and told me to leave.
At the same time, the hospital’s official account shared a post on X.
It was to congratulate Layla on her promotion to Deputy Director.
A flood of comments praising her filled the post, with some even putting me down.
Someone even uploaded the video of me collapsing onto social media.
“How can such a doctor even exist in the world? She’s willing to do anything to steal patients, even delaying the treatment
of others!”
In an instant, I was bombarded with insults.
They called me unethical, incapable, and simply jealous of others.
Some even found my phone number and home address. I started getting anonymous death threats, or creepy photos of
coffins.
I had no choice but to move in with Lily.
At this point, I couldn’t care about my reputation anymore.
Looking at the surgical schedule that Lily had brought for me, my palms began to sweat nervously.
Tomorrow, Layla would be performing a gastric surgery on a patient.
Now that I had resigned and wasn’t at the hospital, I was determined to find out whether she could still transfer the pain
to me!
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