Emergency Betrayal: Second Chances

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone.

My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room.

“Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!”

I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.”

In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her.

I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared.

“Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!”

“Call the family now!”

Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!”

I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type.

The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system.

“Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!”

In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson.

As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

“Lily, take this.”

A familiar voice rang out, sending a chill down my spine.

Tiffany Owens pressed a small box into my hand and winked at me. “I know it’s that time of the month. This is an imported painkiller—it’ll make you feel better.”

Just three minutes ago, I had finished a major surgery and was getting ready to head home for some rest. That was when Gareth called, saying his mother had been critically injured in a car accident and that she only trusted family to operate on her.

Pain flared in my abdomen, sharp and unbearable. I curled up slightly to ease the discomfort.

As I stared at the box in my hand, hesitation filled my mind. In my past life, the only thing I had consumed before surgery was this very painkiller from Tiffany.

Could this have been the drug that led to my downfall?

I waved a hand, suppressing the pain. “No need, Tiff. I just need to rest for a bit.”

Seeing that I wasn’t opening the box, Tiffany snatched it back, popped out a pill, and shoved it directly into my mouth.

“Lil, you have to stay in top form for this surgery! You can’t afford to be careless.”

I held the pill under my tongue, studying Tiffany’s earnest expression with suspicion. She showed no trace of guilt.

When I didn’t swallow, she quickly tilted a cup to my lips, forcing me to gulp down a mouthful of water. The pill slid down my throat before I could stop it. I immediately started coughing violently.

I lifted my head, locking eyes with Tiffany. Her expression remained perfectly composed as if nothing was wrong. With no proof, I couldn’t confront her directly. I didn’t want to alert the enemy before I had solid evidence.

Tiffany’s medical skills were average at best, and she only had this hospital job because of my recommendation. I never imagined that my so-called best friend would go to such lengths to sabotage me.

But if this was the source of the illegal drug, then what about Madam Pratt’s blood type?

Had I really been mistaken?

No—if the blood type had truly changed, then the blood bank and the nurses would have caught it.

“What’s wrong, Lil? How did one sip of water make you choke so badly?”