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The next day, Lily carefully timed the camera’s activation.
I sat on the bed, waiting for the alarm to ring at 10:00 AM.
When the alarm finally sounded, I realized I couldn’t feel anything in my body.
Tears immediately welled up in my eyes.
I thought I had finally found the medium through which the pain was transferred-I needed to be in the hospital.
Barely five minutes later, the pain hit me like a freight train. My stomach felt like it was being scorched from the inside, as
if someone lit a fire beneath my ribs and turned it up to full blast.
The stabbing pain and the suturing needle made me break out in a cold sweat, beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The pain was so intense I could barely manage a scream.
Before long, blood surged into my throat, and I couldn’t help but vomit.
Lily placed the phone on a stand and immediately rushed to help me. She forced painkillers into my mouth, but they did
nothing.
It wasn’t until half an hour later that the pain in my body began to subside, but by then, I couldn’t eat anything.
I was nauseous, acid refluxing, and felt absolelyanseranie,
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Then, a notification about a trending topic poed on me proje Icles on it.
Breaking: Patient Eats Right After Stomach Suturing – Medical Prodigy Changes the Game
A middle-aged man, who had just undergone gastric suturing surgery, was in perfect condition and looked full of vitality.
He even drank two bottles of hard liquor in front of the reporters.
He laughed heartily, red-faced, and said, “Dr. Thompson is truly a miracle worker! The entire suturing process was done
without any anesthesia, and I felt absolutely nothing!”
“Other hospitals would’ve had me drink chicken soup for months to heal my stomach, but Dr. Thompson said if I drank it
and it made me sick, she could treat it! It’s just as pain-free!”
“That’s the kind of doctor we need, someone who actually cares about the patients.”
After reading the article, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and despair enveloped me.
Why?
I wasn’t in the hospital anymore. Why could she still transfer pain to me?
Unable to move my body at all, I had Lily help me send the video to the reporter.
Through the video call, the female reporter, Nova, frowned when she saw my pale face and asked, “Are you saying you
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suspect Layla transfers pain onto you with some special method, and then builds her medical genius persona?”
She was the reporter I had carefully selected.
Years ago, she had infiltrated a gang of child traffickers for a case, staying undercover for years.
She even went to a mental hospital to investigate the truth and seek justice.
After replaying the video of my episode multiple times, she nodded slowly.
“This kind of thing, harming others for personal gain, I can’t tolerate. But that doesn’t mean I’m automatically on your
side.”
“I can help you find the truth, but I also have the right to suspect that this could be a setup on your part.”
As long as she could help me, I would be satisfied.
Because in two weeks, it would be the day she performed the brain tissue removal surgery for the billionaire heiress. If I
didn’t find the truth by then, I would die again.
Tears flowed from my eyes in large, uncontrollable drops.
The fear left me trembling.
Nova saw my condition and a flash of pity crossed her eyes. But she said nothing and ended the video call.
Soon, the day before the surgery for the billionaire heiress’s daughter arrived.
After days of undercover investigation, Nova was now completely convinced that I was telling the truth.
She had a fixer buy a high-priced surgical slot from Layla at the hospital, and she stayed at Lily’s house to watch over me.
Sure enough, as soon as the surgery on the other side started, I began to feel pain unlike anything before.
The fixer was sewing and stitching, and needle marks suddenly appeared on my arm out of nowhere.
But we couldn’t find any opportunity or evidence that Layla had physically done anything to me, which made solving this situation even more impossible.
Hearing me speak with such despair, telling Lily to help me buy a cemetery plot the next day, Nova’s eyes hardened with resolve.
The next day, she showed up at the hospital with a camera for a live broadcast.
“Dr. Thompson, good medical practice should benefit everyone. If you monopolize this technique, how many people will lose their chance for treatment?”
Other doctors and patients in the hospital had long been unhappy. Patients flocked to Layla’s appointments, leaving even experts without patients.
Layla’s appointments were auctioned off, and only wealthy people could afford them.
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The rest of the patients were angry but had no one to speak for them.
Now the reporter had broken the silence, and others started protesting too.
“That’s right! We’re a public hospital! We serve the people, not just the wealthy! How can you be so selfish?”
“Why does the billionaire heiress’s life matter, but my grandfather’s doesn’t? What’s your point?”
Layla was targeted, fuming with anger, glaring at Nova, but with so many people around, including the billionaire, she
couldn’t show her true feelings.
She could only force a stiff smile. “This technique was passed down to me by my teacher. I don’t know how to teach it.”
“Then why not record it and let the doctors learn it themselves?” Nova interrupted her with a smile.
There was no way out now, everyone was watching, and even the richest man spoke up.
“That’s right, Dr. Thompson. It’s better to share the technique and benefit everyone.”
Layla gritted her teeth and nodded reluctantly.
Nova said it was a recording session, but in reality, she turned on the live stream as soon as the camera was in place.
As I watched, Layla’s surgical knife didn’t even show any signs of being sterilized. The hospital director and the billionaire looked uneasy.
What happened next left everyone stunned.
She went ahead and sliced open the billionaire heiress’s head!
At the same moment, my head began to ache unbearably. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her hands.
Just as she reached for the scalpel to cut, I finally realized what I had been overlooking all along.
I knew how she was transferring the pain.
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