Chapter 1

While performing surgery, Brandon, my fiancée Jasmine’s idol, was FaceTiming with her, flirting, when his scalpel slipped. The patient ended up paralyzed for life, a vegetable.

Afterward, he pushed me toward the patient’s furious family, who were on the verge of breakdown, claiming *I* was the lead surgeon.

I begged Jasmine to testify for me, but she simply said she’d already secretly married Brandon and didn't want to make her husband jealous. She turned, shielding Brandon, and they left together.

I was slashed dozens of times, my tendons severed, and the ring and pinky fingers of both hands were crushed to a pulp.

In despair, my old friend Serena appeared with her bodyguards.

Crying, she cradled my mangled hands. She dispatched a private jet, brought in dozens of experts from all over the world, and pleaded with them to save me.

Two years later, I overheard her conversation with her assistant, Mark:

“Serena, because of Brandon’s mistake, the patient died on the operating table. The family is flying back from overseas, and I don't think they’ll let him off the hook.”

“Are we going to push the blame onto Chase again, like last time? This is the second time he’s taken the fall for Brandon. What if someone really dies this time?”

Serena scoffed, a sneer on her lips:

“He was riddled with stab wounds and both his hands were ruined before, and he was fine, wasn't he? If he can take the hit once, he can do it twice. As long as I’m taking care of him, it doesn’t matter as long as he doesn’t die.”

“Brandon is preparing for the ‘Golden Scalpel Competition.’ Becoming a protégé of Dr. Evelyn Reed is his dream, and I won’t allow any danger or obstacles to come near him!”