After Rebirth—I Drag My Ex and His First Love into the AbyssChapter 1
My boyfriend's junior apprentice, Beatrice Ingram, liked to show off—claiming she could deliver a baby with one hand.
But her little "performance" went horribly wrong. The patient's abdomen wouldn't close, and in panic, Beatrice dropped the scalpel and ran out of the operating room.
I got a call in the middle of the night, rushed to the hospital, and saved the mother's life.
However, Beatrice became the target of online outrage and was facing severe disciplinary punishment.
My boyfriend wanted to defend her, but I firmly stopped him. "At a time like this, if you speak up for her, you'll not only lose your Outstanding Young Doctor award, but the mob will come for you too."
Unable to withstand the cyberbullying, Beatrice jumped into the river.
Her suicide note was written in blood and tears, filled with accusations—resentment that my boyfriend hadn't stood by her side.
Darwin said nothing. He simply set the letter on fire.
Years later, he rose from "Outstanding Young Doctor" to become a nationally revered academician, a towering figure in the medical field.
On the day I gave birth, he personally took charge of my surgery.
And he did it single-handedly.
He looked at my gaping incision, cradled the blood-soaked infant, and shoved it before my eyes.
"See? Isn't this proof that a baby can be delivered with one hand? Why did you have to make things so hard for Beatrice? If you hadn't stopped me back then, she would be the one standing where I am today!"
After saying that, he threw the child onto the floor.
My heart seized with rage. Unable to do anything, my baby and I both died that day.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past—watching my boyfriend charge into battle for Beatrice's sake, utterly unaware that the woman on the operating table was the sister of a powerful tycoon.
A man notorious for being obsessively protective of his younger sister.
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Realizing, I had returned to the very day when Beatrice attempted her one-handed delivery stunt, I switched off my phone and slept soundly until dawn.
When I powered it on the next morning, there were indeed 99+ missed calls.
In my previous life, Beatrice knew she had caused a disaster and had frantically called me to clean up her mess. But I had just finished three consecutive surgeries and barely managed an hour's rest.