Reborn to Ruin: The Surgeon's Bloody Revenge

My husband tosses our lifeless baby onto the cold tiles like a piece of medical waste. Landon stands over my open abdomen, his face devoid of love. As the Chief of Surgery, he has the power to save me, but he just watches my life drain away.

He keeps his right hand firmly behind his back, refusing to use it. "See, Blair?" he sneers, his voice dripping with malice. "Sierra was right. A true genius only needs one hand to deliver a child."

He lets me bleed out on the table, sacrificing his own wife and son just to prove his mistress's twisted theory was correct.

Chapter 1

The surgery was a catastrophe. Staring at the patient's open abdomen, unable to stop the bleeding or close the cut, she clutched her head and screamed in terror.

"Her anatomy is a freak of nature! The textbooks never said it would be like this!"

In my past life, I received that frantic phone call in the dead of night. I rushed to the hospital and barely managed to snatch the patient back from death's door. Despite my efforts, Sierra was subjected to a brutal online witch hunt and faced severe disciplinary action.

My boyfriend, Landon, wanted to speak up for her, but I stopped him with everything I had. "If you defend her right now, not only will your nomination for the Distinguished Young Surgeon Award be revoked, but the internet lynch mob will come for you next!"

Unable to withstand the torrent of abuse, Sierra jumped into the river. Her suicide note was written in blood and tears, every word a scathing accusation against Landon for not standing by her side.

Landon didn't say a word. He simply burned the note, watching his guilt turn to ash. In the years that followed, he rose from a promising young doctor to become the Chief of Surgery, a revered titan in the medical world.

The memory of that agonizing day assaulted methe cold steel, his cruel refusal to use two hands, and the sickening thud of our lifeless baby hitting the tiles. His taunts about Sierra echoed in my mind, fueling my rage.

Overcome with rage and shock, my heart gave out. Both my baby and I died on that operating table.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital hit me first. The beep of the monitors. I wasn't dead.

I was back.

When I opened my eyes and realized I had returned to the very day Sierra decided to perform her "one-handed delivery" stunt, I didn't panic. I felt one clear, cold thought.

I calmly reached for my phone and powered it off.

I slept soundly until dawn. I needed the rest. They needed the fear.

When I turned my phone on the next morning, I had over 99 missed calls. In my previous life, Sierra knew she had messed up and called me all night, begging me to clean up her mess.

Back then, despite having just finished three consecutive surgeries and sleeping for less than an hour, I braved a blizzard to rush back to St. Marys Hospital. I worked from darkness until dawn to save them. Because of that, the patient's brotherAdrian Pei, the head of the city's top conglomeratedidn't punish Sierra too severely.

She got off with a slap on the wrist and a temporary suspension. As long as Sierra weathered that storm, it was entirely possible for her to bounce back. But having been spoiled and placed on a pedestal by my boyfriend, Landon, since childhood, she had never suffered a single slight.

Seeing the overwhelming curses online, she went straight to the river and ended it.

When I arrived at the hospital this time, Sierra was slumped on the floor outside the OR, weeping uncontrollably. My colleagues were frantically busy, their scrubs soaked in blood.

"This is all your fault! Your hands were shaking even using two, yet you insisted on showing off with one!"

"Just because Dr. Kenneth hired you, do you think you can play god?"

"Great, now look at this mess! We're barely keeping the patient alive. She's going to die if this drags on! Once her brother finds out, none of us who touched this patient today will ever practice medicine again!"

From inside the operating room came the frantic beep-beep-beep of flatlining alarms. My colleagues collapsed onto the floor, their faces pale as ghosts.

"It's over it's all over"

A new resident burst into tears. "Why wasn't Dr. Liu on duty last night? If she were here, she'd find a way"

"We're completely finished" someone muttered.

Hearing my name, Sierra looked up. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up with malicious hope. "It's her!"

She pointed a trembling finger at me. "I blew up her phone all night! But I couldn't get through! We aren't the ones who killed the patient! It's hershe could have saved them, but she deliberately ghosted us!"

Everyones head snapped up to look at me.

"Dr. Liu!"

"Dr. Liu, did you really turn off your phone on purpose?"

"Of course she did!"

Sierra scrambled up and shoved her phone in their faces, displaying the 99+ missed calls. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stalked toward me. "Dr. Liu, lives are on the line. As doctors, we are on call twenty-four seven! You knew perfectly well there was a high-risk C-section scheduled for last night, and you are the best surgeon in OB/GYN."

"To turn off your phone at such a critical moment Blair, how cruel can you be?"

Chapter 2

Slap!

The sound cracked through the hallway as my hand connected with her face before she could finish. I looked down at her coldly. "Sierra, have you lost your mind?"

Hearing the commotion, staff from other departments rushed to the scene. I didn't hold back, my voice cutting through the noise like a scalpel. "The schedule clearly states that you were the lead surgeon last night, and not me! Yes, my phone died and I didn't catch it, but the person legally and ethically responsible for this surgery is you, Sierrathe one who signed the on-call schedule!"

Sierra's face drained of color. "When a life is at stake, who cares about the schedule! You never turn your phone off, but you just happened to do it yesterday? Hah, Blair, it's fine if you hate me, but you can't gamble with a patient's life to prove a point!"

She projected such righteous fury, youd think she actually believed her own lies. Some patients who didn't know the full story started to whisper, speculating that I had intentionally hung Sierra out to dry. They thought I wanted to see the rookie fail.

But before I could even defend myself, a nurse stepped forward, unable to take it anymore. "Sierra, shut your mouth! Do you have any idea that Dr. Liu performed three major surgeries back-to-back yesterday? She survived on a stale bagel and a packet of glucose gel the entire shift!"

"Exactly! You sit in the office enjoying the AC while we have to cover your rounds. You have no clue what real work looks like!"

"She didn't get home until midnight. Her phone hadn't been charged all day. Is it really such a crime that she crashed and forgot to plug it in?"

The families of the patients I saved yesterday chimed in as well. "Dr. Liu is a saint! She did her duty. Last night wasn't even her shift!"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly realized the truth. Even the surgical team who had assisted Sierra turned on her. "Enough, Sierra. Last night wasn't Dr. Liu's responsibility. We just got unlucky getting stuck with you."

Sierra stumbled and collapsed onto the floor, trembling.

"What is this circus?!"

Chief Kenneth's boom echoed down the hall. Behind him, Landon strode over, his face a mask of ice. I was about to speak. But he walked right past me.

He went straight to Sierra's side, shielding her. "It's okay. I'll handle this. You're going to be fine."

Under Dr. Kenneth's authoritative gaze, the crowd quickly dispersed. I was summoned to Dr. Kenneth's office. The moment the door latched, his stern facade crumbled.

It was replaced by raw panic.

"Blair! I know this isn't your mess, but you have to clean it up! That patient is Adrian Pei's sister. If she dies in my hospital, none of usfrom the board of directors down to the janitorswill have a future in this city!"

I sighed. Honestly, the reason I dared to turn off my phone was that I knew my team was competent enough to keep the patient on life support. Even if I arrived late, there would still be a window to save her.

That window was my leverage.

I looked at Dr. Kenneth. "The responsibility for today's disaster doesn't just lie with Sierra. It's on Landon, too."

Dr. Kenneth froze.

I slid a document signed by Landon across the desk. "Sierra's decision to perform the delivery one-handed? Landon personally authorized that procedure as an 'experimental technique.' We're taking on massive liability to clean up their mess. So, Dr. Kenneth, I can fix this. But the punishment can't stop at Sierra."

I leaned forward, palms flat on the desk. "If Landon isn't dealt with, this will happen again. And next time, I might not be around to save the hospital."

Dr. Kenneth's expression grew heavy. Landon was his golden boy, the one he'd groomed since medical school. But when the hospital's survival was at stake, even his favorite was acceptable collateral damage.

Especially since he was relying on me to save Mr. Pei's sisterGenevieve.

Chapter 3

"That arrogant bastard! He thinks he can play god just because I promoted him!"

Dr. Kenneth slammed the agreement onto his desk. "Done! Not only am I rejecting his application for the Distinguished Young Surgeon Award, but Im also burying his promotion report! From now on, he'll be scrubbing bedpans in the geriatric ward. He will never touch a scalpel in a core position at this hospital again!"

I smirked and signed the papers. This meant that Landons soaring career pathfrom rising star to the very pinnacle of the medical worldwas now officially severed.

All day long, Genevieves vitals stabilized. The fetus was critical but stable in the NICU.

My scrubs were drenched in sweat. The moment I stepped out of the OR, I collapsed. It took a nurse forcing a glucose packet down my throat before the room stopped spinning.

The team that had operated with Sierra grabbed my hands, weeping with relief.

"Thank you, Blair. You saved our lives"

"Yeah, Adrian Pei is a monster. If he found out his sister died on our watch, hed bury us all."

I waved off their thanks and headed to the garage, exhausted. I had just reached my car when the echo of footsteps made me spin around.

Empty.

I muttered to myself and turned back to the door. Suddenly, a sack went over my head.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

I kicked and thrashed, but I was dragged into a maintenance room. My right hand was forcibly pinned to a workbench. In the dim, flickering light, I recognized the silhouette.

"Landon!"

The hand gripping mine twitched. Bound to a chair, I struggled frantically. "Landon! It's you! What the hell are you doing? I just saved Sierra's life!"

The figure paused. When he spoke, it was with a heavy, distorted sigh. "No. You saved her from Adrian, but you destroyed her career. I'm sorry, Blair. If you really want to help her, you have to make a sacrifice."

He continued, his voice calm and terrifyingly detached. "If you lose a hand, people won't believe you did the surgery. They'll have to believe Sierra was the hero who turned the tide. I'll handle the staff, and I'll wipe the surgical logs. Blair, just take this one for the team."

My eyes widened in horror. "Landon, are you insane?!"

A rusted meat cleaver was raised high. I struggled against the zip ties. "I'm a surgeon! My hands are my life!"

The heavy blade hovered. The yellow light caught the conflict in his eyes. "I'll take care of you for the rest of your life, Blair. You won't need to work. I'll provide for you."

"Wait!" I screamed. "If you maim me, you'll go to prison! You'll never practice medicine again!"

He shook his head. "Dr. Kenneth protects his own. He won't let it go that far. Don't worry, I have the power to protect you."

"He's already cut you loose! You're finished!"

His body went rigid. Then, a low, delusional chuckle escaped his throat. "That's impossible."

Thud!

"Ahhh!!"

A primal scream tore through the damp air.

Pain, white-hot and blinding, exploded in my wrist. Just for a promise to "save her," Landon had actually done it

I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I didn't dare look. I couldn't bear to see what was left of my arm