I Just Want To Be With You In This LifeChapter 1

I was a popular female doctor.

However, I was drugged and insulted by the patient who I had saved.

When I felt dizzy and asked for help.

He reached out his dirty hands and unbuttoned my uniform.

Afterward, he posted the video he had taken online.

He wrote: [I slept with the popular female doctor, but she tastes average.]

I went from being praised by everyone to being reviled by everyone.

My reputation was ruined.

My boyfriend broke up with me and my parents were ashamed of me.

The patient gained widespread attention online by distorting facts.

I was fired from the hospital.

I couldn't bear the abuse online, so I cut my wrists with a scalpel.

After rebirth, I stood at the crossroads again where I saved that baster.

I was at that crossroads again.

I was still wearing the spotless uniform and was still innocent.

A person was lying among the crowd at the intersection.

Even if I didn't go forward, I knew that he was a man about thirty years old, with a disabled right hand, a pockmarked face, and a big black mole on his chin.

The crowd whispered to each other, "Oh my god, is he having a heart attack? Does anyone know how to give first aid?"

"I'm afraid it's a trap. I can't afford to save him..."

"First aid also requires artificial respiration, right? This person looks so ugly. I'm sorry, no offense, but I can't do it."

"Look at how ragged his clothes are. I guess he can't afford the treatment even if he's sent to the hospital..."

The person lying on the ground had even more difficulty breathing. He looked at me in panic through the crowd, seeking help.

When I met his gaze, I instantly forgot to breathe.

Jack Lauren!

I would never forget his name.

Hatred was like a tide, almost drowning me.

In my previous life, I went through crowds to save him.

I gave him first aid, kneeling and performing chest compressions on him, which even made my legs swollen.

I arranged for him to stay in the hospital where I worked.

I advanced the examination fees for him, applied for medical assistance for him, and raised funds for his surgery.

I worked overtime late at night to prepare a surgical plan for him, but he put drugs in my coffee.

I was euphoric and began hallucinating due to taking a large amount of codeine.

I called out my boyfriend's name in a daze.

When I woke up, my body was covered with bruises from being beaten.

I called the police for help.