The Reborn Doctor's Revenge

I was shaken awake by my cell phone.
With my eyes closed, I reached for the phone on the pillow, and the name Windy Lynn on the screen stabbed into my eyes like a needle.
Over 99 missed calls from her, perfectly overlapping with the scene from the day everything fell apart in my past life.
I suddenly sat up and looked around.
The curtains in the rental room weren't fully drawn; morning light slipped through the gaps and landed on the unfinished medical record on my desk.
This isn't a dream.
I've truly been reborn, back to the day Windy Lynn botched that surgery.
Memories from my past life surged up all at once, weighing heavily on my chest.
That day, I was woken by her call just like this, ignoring the exhaustion from three surgeries and braving the ten-below-zero blizzard as I rushed to the hospital.
I saved that parturient named Nola Scott and took all the responsibility for Windy Lynn.
But in the end?
My boyfriend, Daniel Jones, deliberately tampered with Nola's medication dosage during her follow-up treatment to protect Windy Lynn.
Nola's condition worsened, and he pinned all the blame on me.
Nola's brother, Caleb Scott, a titan in the business community, had me dragged into an abandoned factory.
Before I died, I even saw Daniel holding Windy and saying, 'No one will ever stand in our way again.'
My nails dug deep into my palm; the sharp pain snapped me completely awake.
This time, there's no way I'll be the fool again.
I pressed the power button and threw the cell phone back onto the nightstand.
Starving all night, I cooked myself a bowl of tomato and egg noodles and even fried two eggs on the side.
On this very day in my past life, I ran to the hospital without even sipping hot soup—and ended up with nothing left of me but bones.
This time, I'm going to live for myself.
No sooner had I cleaned the bowl than the doorbell rang.
Through the peephole, I saw Amy from the hospital. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed—she was clearly panicked.
I opened the door, deliberately putting on a confused look. "Amy, is something wrong? Why are you here so early?"
Amy grabbed my hand tightly, her voice trembling. "Dr. Scott, come with me to the hospital! Something terrible has happened!"
I followed her downstairs, hearing her say in broken sentences, "Windy Lynn was on duty yesterday and insisted on doing a single-hand cesarean section for Nola Scott. She ruptured a blood vessel. Nola is now having a massive hemorrhage. None of us can control it!"
Just as I expected.
On the way, Amy kept nagging, "We warned her yesterday, said operating single-handedly was way too risky, but she wouldn't listen, even claimed Dr. Jones approved it..."
Daniel Jones.
I sneered coldly inside.
In my past life, he spoiled Windy Lynn to the point of total recklessness, treating the hospital's rules like worthless scraps of paper.
When I arrived at the hospital, the area outside the operating room was already packed with people.
Windy was sitting on the floor, her white nurse's uniform stained with blood, her hair tangled like a bird's nest, tears still streaming down her face.
The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up instantly, as if she'd grabbed a lifeline, and she scrambled to her feet.
She pointed at me, her voice sharp: "Mindy Scott! I called you so many times yesterday. Why didn't you answer?"
All eyes around immediately turned to me — some confused, some accusing, others just watching the drama unfold.
Windy cried even harder, clutching her chest, looking utterly wronged: "Lives are at stake, Dr. Scott! You knew Nola was having surgery today. You're supposed to be the best C-section doctor in our department. Why was your phone off? Were you deliberately trying to make me look bad?"
The way she said it made it sound like I didn't answer the phone was equivalent to letting someone die without trying to help.

Before I could say a word, Amy snapped, "Windy Lynn, don't talk nonsense! Dr. Scott performed three major surgeries yesterday and didn't get off work until one in the morning. It's perfectly normal for his phone to be dead and turned off."
Director Lee, the senior doctor standing nearby, nodded in agreement: "Exactly. The duty roster clearly shows it was your shift. When things go wrong, you don't look at your own faults but blame others?"
Windy Lynn's face instantly went pale. She probably never expected that her usually polite colleagues would actually side with me this time.
Just then, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
I looked up to see Daniel Jones walking over in his white coat, his face dark enough to drip water.
He went straight to Windy Lynn, helped her up, and said gently enough to squeeze water from it, "Windy, don't be afraid, with me here, no one can bully you."
Windy leaned into his arms, crying even more pitifully, "Daniel, I didn't mean it, I just wanted to prove I could do it too..."
Daniel stroked her head, then turned to look at me, his eyes full of hostility: "Mindy Scott, why did you turn off your phone yesterday? If you had come in time, this wouldn't have happened."
Seeing that hypocritical look on his face, I felt a surge of disgust.
In my past life, I was fooled by his gentle act, believing he cared for me, only to find out in the end that I was just a stepping stone between him and Windy Lynn.
"Dr. Jones," I said calmly, "Didn't you check the duty roster? Windy was on duty yesterday, not me. Once my shift is over, I'm not required to be on call at any time."
Daniel Jones frowned, wearing an expression of moral superiority: "A doctor must be compassionate—how can you say that?"
"Being compassionate as a doctor doesn't mean taking the fall for someone else's mistakes," I pulled out my cell phone and showed him the battery log. "See, my phone shut off automatically at 1 a.m. yesterday and only powered back on at 8 a.m. I didn't see a single call from you during that time."
The way people looked at Daniel Jones shifted too; after all, everyone knew Daniel and Windy Lynn had been childhood friends, and their relationship had always been special.
Just then, Dean Mario Young walked over.
Seeing the chaotic scene, his face immediately darkened. "What are you all doing gathered here? The patient is still being resuscitated inside, and yet you're wasting time arguing!"
Everyone fell silent and stepped back.
Mario Young's gaze swept over the crowd before finally settling on me. "Mindy Scott, come to my office."
I followed him into the office, and the moment the door closed, the stern look on Mario's face disappeared, replaced by a flash of panic.
"Mindy, you have to help the hospital with this!" He grabbed my arm, his tone urgent.
I pretended not to understand. "Dean, I don't know what you mean."
Mario sighed, lowering his voice. "Nola is Caleb's biological little sister. You know Caleb's temper—if anything happens to Nola, the whole hospital is doomed!"
I knew exactly what that meant—he was scared.
In my past life, it was the same—at first, he wanted to cover for Daniel Jones, but after realizing how powerful Caleb Scott was, he had no choice but to compromise.
"Dean, I can save Nola Scott," I said firmly, "but I have one condition."
Mario Young froze for a moment. "Go on."
"The responsibility for this incident doesn't rest with Windy Lynn alone; Daniel Jones is also to blame," I said, pulling a document from my bag and placing it on his desk. "I found this yesterday at the nurse's station—Daniel's signed approval allowing Windy to perform the single-hand cesarean section."
Mario Young picked up the document, and the more he read, the paler his face became.
"That b*stard!" He slammed the file on the table, his hands shaking with anger. "I've promoted him so much, and he actually dares to pull this stunt!"
I knew he was just acting. Daniel Jones was his loyal protege—he'd been with him since medical school. There was no way he was actually angry.
"Dean," I pressed on, "if you don't deal with Daniel, something worse will happen later. By then, I might not be able to save the hospital."
Mario was silent for a long moment. He looked at me, then at the file on the table, before gritting his teeth: "Fine! I'll agree! I'll reject Daniel's upcoming application for associate senior title! His promotion report is dead! From now on, he can do menial tasks in the clinic—no more touching the operating table!"

I curled the corner of my mouth into a faint smile, feeling a heavy weight lift from my chest.
In his past life, Daniel Jones used that associate senior title as a stepping stone, climbing his way to deputy hospital director, and even snagging the Young Talent Award in the end.
This time, I blocked his path completely.
"Dean, I'm heading to save Nola Scott right now."
I turned and left the office, slipped into my surgical gown, and stepped into the Operating Room.
Nola Scott lay pale and still on the operating table, the monitor shrieking alarms as her blood pressure kept dropping.
I took a deep breath and gripped the scalpel.
I saved her once in my past life; this time, I can do it again.
The surgery lasted a full seven hours.
As I finished the last stitch, the nurse suddenly shouted, "Blood pressure is rising! Heart rate is back to normal!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, then my vision darkened and I nearly collapsed on the operating table.
The assistant beside me quickly caught me. "Dr. Scott, you're exhausted. Please take a break."
They helped me to the lounge and gave me a bottle of glucose; only then did I slowly recover.
I had barely rested for ten minutes when Amy rushed in. "Dr. Scott, Mr. Scott is here! Waiting just outside!"
Caleb Scott.
My heart tightened; in my past life, it was precisely because I didn't have enough contact with him that Daniel Jones easily framed me.
This time, I have to be careful.
I straightened my white coat and stepped out of the lounge.
In the corridor, a man in a black suit stood there. He was tall, radiated a strong presence, his face expressionless, and his cold eyes made people instinctively keep their distance.
This is Caleb Scott—the man who strikes fear throughout the business world.
He saw me and fixed his gaze on my face: "You're Mindy Scott, right?"
"It's me, Mr. Scott." I answered calmly.
"How is my sister?" His voice was cold, completely emotionless.
"Don't worry, Mr. Scott. Ms. Scott is out of danger, and the fetus is safe," I paused, then added, "but she still needs close monitoring. She's quite weak, so we can't afford to be careless."
Caleb Scott nodded without another word and turned to head toward the ICU.
I watched his back, knowing deep down this was only the beginning.
For the next few days, I stayed at the hospital, taking care of Nola Scott.
Her condition kept improving; she was finally alert enough to say a few words to me.
One time, she took my hand softly and whispered, "Dr. Scott, I heard that day my brother saved you from Daniel Jones. Thank you... and thank him too."
I could hear the guilt in her voice—she probably felt her situation had dragged down too many people.
I gently patted the back of her hand. "Just focus on getting better—that's the best thanks you can give us."
Daniel Jones and Windy Lynn were suspended and held in the hospital's temporary lounge pending investigation.
I passed by occasionally and could hear arguing inside—Daniel Jones was yelling at Windy Lynn, calling her 'more of a liability than an asset,' and Windy was crying, retorting, 'You were the one who made me do this.'
Amy told me Daniel had been pleading with Mario Young every day, even trying to secretly alter the duty records, but Director Lee caught him red-handed.
This time, Mario really didn't protect him—he had security escort him straight back to the lounge.
That night, I left work and headed home.
The underground garage was dark, with only a few old streetlights dimly flickering.
I had just reached the side of the car when I felt someone behind me.
I snapped my head around, but there was nothing there.

"Maybe I'm just being paranoid." I muttered under my breath and reached to open the car door.
Then, suddenly, a hand covered my mouth while another gripped my waist tightly.
"Mmmph!"
I struggled desperately but was dragged into the nearby storage room against my will.
The storage room was pitch dark, with only a thin beam of light slipping through the door crack. I was tied to a chair and could sense someone standing right in front of me.
Who is it? I asked loudly, my voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
The person across from me didn't say a word; he just pulled out a flashlight and shone it on his own face.
When I saw that face, my pupils suddenly shrank.
Daniel?
How could he be here? I'd just heard this morning that security was watching him closely, and he couldn't even get out of the hospital gate.
Daniel smiled—an eerie smile. "Mindy Scott, we meet again."
There was some dust on his clothes, probably from climbing over the hospital's back wall.
What do you want? I struggled, the rope cutting painfully into my wrists. "I've already saved Nola Scott—what more do you want?"
Daniel Jones stepped in front of me, crouched down, his eyes wild with madness. "I want you to do Windy a favor."
"Help her?" I sneered. "She ruined Nola and almost dragged the whole department down with her—and you want me to help her?"
"You have to help," Daniel said, his voice turning ice-cold. "You know Windy can't afford to get into trouble. If she does, all my work over the years will be for nothing!"
When he said "intentions," I only realized later that he meant trying to use Windy Lynn's family background to climb the ladder — Windy's father holds a minor leadership role in the health system. In my previous life, he did exactly that, step by step, to seize resources.
I looked at him, feeling utterly ridiculous inside.
"Daniel Jones, are you out of your mind?"I shot back, "Do you really think threatening me like this will make me help you?"
Daniel said nothing and pulled a fruit knife out of his pocket.
The blade caught the cold gleam of the flashlight's beam, sending chills down my spine.
"Mindy Scott, I know you're a talented doctor," his gaze fixed on my right hand. "Your hands are skilled—you can handle many complex surgeries."
My heart sank as I immediately realized what he meant to do.
"Don't come near me!" I shouted, struggling desperately to get to my feet.
But Daniel Jones advanced step by step, raising the knife in his hand. "If you lose this hand, you won't be able to perform surgeries anymore. Then everyone will believe it was Windy who saved Nola Scott. She'll earn the credit to stay in the department, and I can go on..."
"You're insane!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm a doctor! How am I supposed to live if my hand is broken?"
There wasn't a shred of mercy in Daniel Jones's gaze—only a sickening kind of tenderness. "I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. Mindy Scott, just think of it as for the sake of what we once had."
His knife inched closer and closer to my hand.
I shut my eyes, despair flooding me as I braced for the pain.
"Bang!"
Right then, the storage room door was flung open.
Caleb Scott stormed in with several bodyguards, the flashlight in his hand illuminating the entire storage room like midday.
"Stop!" Caleb Scott's voice was filled with anger, ringing sharply in my ears.
Daniel Jones froze, and the knife in his hand clattered to the floor.
The bodyguards instantly rushed forward, pinning Daniel to the ground and handcuffing him.
Daniel continued to struggle, shouting, "Let me go! Mindy Scott framed me! She forced me to approve the surgery!"
Caleb Scott approached me and untied the ropes around me.

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