During my brain surgery, that med student, Ethan, whom I’d funded for ten years, deliberately switched my anesthesia. I was awake the entire time, eyes wide with terror, but he told everyone it was an "awake craniotomy". In my last call before the surgery, I desperately begged my fiancée for help, but she impatiently cut me off: "Liam, not everyone's as obsessed with tumors as you are." "Ethan is doing you a favor by operating on you despite everything. Just cooperate with him, okay? Don't bother me!" The next second, the phone was snatched away. My scalp was sliced open, my skull drilled into, and I was dying in agony. With my last breath, I left a statement identifying Ethan's crimes. But my fiancée vouched for Ethan: "Liam's surgery had a low survival rate anyway. Ethan had nothing to do with his death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment after the surgery began, the moment my anesthesia was swapped. ... "Liam, did you really think that little bit of money you gave me would make you superior?" "So what if you're a rich kid from Chicago? To Sarah, you're just a loser trying too hard. I barely mentioned it, and she handed you over to me to be a lab rat." The dark voice was deliberately lowered, whispering close to my ear. As the low-dose anesthesia washed over my mind, I jerked my eyes open. The stinging smell of disinfectant and the blinding white surgical lights overhead reminded me. I was reborn. Reborn on the day Ethan was performing my craniotomy. In my past life, he'd taken it upon himself to give me low-dose anesthesia, causing me to be conscious during the surgery, fully aware of the excruciating pain and terror of having my skull opened. "How about calling Sarah again and asking for confirmation?" Bringing me back to the present, Ethan was already dialing Sarah's number. He raised an eyebrow at me mockingly, as if completely sure of himself, then tossed the phone to my side and turned to prepare the surgical tools. Just like before, Sarah's tone was cold and impatient: "Ethan comes from a good family; he is a real catch, you know, do you think he would do something like that, ruin his medical career just to hurt you?" "Just cooperate with him and get the awake craniotomy done. If you live, he'll get a promotion. It's a win-win situation. Liam, can you stop being so unreasonable?" But she knew that awake craniotomies weren't for everyone, especially for Ethan who just out of medical school. He'd even admitted to having shaky hands because he liked to drink too much. Maybe the low-dose anesthesia was taking effect; I started to lose sensation in my limbs. Sarah called my name; I couldn't quite hear what else she said. Unlike my previous life, I didn't hysterically beg her to come and save me. This time, I hung up the phone and tried to call my dad with shaking hands. My family had always disapproved of my relationship with Sarah. I had secretly poured resources into her career, turning her into a top doctor at the hospital, and they had finally stopped objecting. If they knew that Sarah and Ethan were using my life for practice, they would never let it go. "Dad..." But as soon as the call connected, the phone was snatched away. Ethan hung up on my dad right in front of me. "I knew you'd be trouble." Ethan deliberately shook his hand in front of my face. His eyes, shielded by the face mask, were filled with hatred. The shadow moved from my side to above my head. The surgery light was blinding, making it difficult to see his movements. The thought of the dangers was worse than actually seeing them. The unbearable pain from my previous life was still fresh in my mind. The scalpel was cold and sharp against my scalp. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't move. Just as I thought I would repeat my previous life, the operating room door burst open. My friend, Owen, glanced at the heart monitor and pulled Ethan away: "Ethan, are you crazy? The anesthesia isn't strong enough; he's clearly awake. How can you just start the surgery?" Owen glared at the other people in the operating room: "Ethan's messing around, and you're all going along with it? If this gets out, you're all in trouble!" Everyone looked at each other, hesitant. 2 Ethan laughed. "What's going to get out? The hospital director approved this. Sarah called just now and said that Liam's surgery is entirely in my hands." "Don't believe me? Do you want to call him and ask?" After receiving a sharp look from Ethan, the people in the operating room lowered their heads. In my previous life, Ethan, using my money, had always acted with impunity at the hospital. With Sarah backing him up, no one dared to cross him. Owen's chest rose and fell with anger. "Get out of the way!" Ethan pushed him away, causing Owen to stumble and knock over a tray of scalpels, cutting his cheek. "Am I the head surgeon, or are you? Mess with me again, and I'll have the director fire you!" Owen took a few steps back, quietly patted my hand, and turned to leave. I quickly grabbed the edge of his shirt. In my previous life, Owen had gone to Sarah after this incident. After my death, Sarah blamed everything on him, causing him to be discredited and commit suicide. In this life, I didn't want to drag him down again. I struggled to speak: "Don't find her, find the CEO of the Hughes Corporation..." Owen nodded and turned to leave. But Ethan grabbed him and punched him. "The surgery's not over yet. Where are you going? You think you can go tell my dad on me? You wish!" "Ethan, let him go!" I was enraged but helpless. The low-dose anesthesia made it difficult to speak clearly. I could only stare at him: "That's my dad... If you touch... touch me today, I'll pay you back a hundred times over!" Ethan scoffed, ignoring my warning. "You say you're the Hughes family's youngest son? Ask everyone here, who's going to believe that?" The others lowered their heads, pretending not to see. They were clearly agreeing with Ethan. My heart sank. Ethan leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Besides, even if you are the real deal, as long as you die here today, your dad will let me into the Hughes family, make me the real Hughes family son. "Then, the fake will become the real." My eyes widened. I was filled with hatred, but my tongue was numb. I drooled, unable to say a word. Ethan smiled with satisfaction. As he was gloating, Owen suddenly shook off Ethan and ran towards the door. But the next moment, several men in black suits entered the room, grabbed Owen, and pushed him in front of Ethan. "Dr. Ethan, the director told us to make sure you can focus on the surgery. We're here to make sure no one disturbs you today." "Whether the surgery is successful or not, we won't let anything bad for you get out." Ethan raised an eyebrow at me mockingly. My heart sank to the bottom. This was the woman I had loved for seven years. I suddenly felt incredibly ironic. Anesthesia was injected, and soon Owen was lying on the ground, helpless. The men in black suits stood in a row at the operating room door. Ethan moved above me. The low-dose anesthesia made me weak, but I could clearly feel my scalp being sliced open. I trembled, imagining the bloody scene. My heart was beating violently, and my blood pressure was skyrocketing. But then the phone rang. A nurse rushed in, pale-faced. She handed the phone to Ethan: "Dr. Ethan, Ms. Hughes wants you to take this call." 3 Ethan flinched, and the blade cut a long gash in my scalp. I saw a glimmer of hope and said in a trembling voice: "Big Sister..." But Ethan covered my mouth. His bloody hand pressed down on the respirator and the tubes in my nose and throat. The wound on my scalp was throbbing. I could only stare at Ethan. I couldn't say a word, and even breathing became difficult. Ethan turned his head and said quietly into the phone: "Big Sister, the surgery hasn't ended yet. Yeah, Dr. Wang is the head surgeon, and I'm just assisting. Everything's going smoothly." "Don't worry, we'll do our best. I'll hang up now..." "He's lying!" Owen gritted his teeth and shouted. Ethan's face changed, and he nodded at the guards at the door. They immediately covered Owen's mouth and injected him with anesthesia. I tried to struggle, to get my Big Sister’s attention, but it was in vain. Several nurses held down my hands, copying Ethan and covering my mouth. Ethan held the phone in one hand and the scalpel in the other, randomly cutting my scalp. "It's nothing, Big Sister, don't worry." "Patients under anesthesia are often confused and say strange things. It's normal." Each cut made me sweat and tremble. Ethan's last surgery had been a C-section where he had been talking on the phone, making a mistake and leaving a piece of gauze in the patient's stomach. By the time it was discovered, the woman was already burning with fever and had died of sepsis. Sarah had spent a lot of money to suppress the story before it could spread. And now, Ethan was clearly trying to kill me. He hung up the phone. A nurse approached, lowering her voice and hesitating: "Dr. Ethan, the patient's blood pressure is dangerously high. His heart rate is too fast. He'll die of oxygen deprivation." Ethan didn't say anything, just glanced at her, and the nurse immediately backed away. My vision started to fade, and my head was spinning. I couldn't tell if it was from the anesthesia or the lack of oxygen. I seemed to hear the sound of a drill. Buzzing, buzzing, the same sound as in my previous life. Why was this happening again, even after I had a second chance? I didn't want to die. I stared at the light overhead, unable to breathe. But then I heard voices. Sarah pushed open the door, and I tensed. But she didn't even look at me, just smiled and took Ethan's arm: "How much longer until the surgery's over? Ms. Hughes is waiting outside for you. After the surgery, let's have dinner with her." Her tone was gentle, completely different from her cold attitude towards me. Seeing her again, I felt nothing. Only the words "Big Sister" made me open my eyes. Ethan said something, and Sarah snuggled into his arms, causing the drill to slip. My scalp felt like it was being torn off. I bit my teeth and stared at the surgical instruments just a foot away. Move your fingers, just move. I tried to move my arm. Sarah rushed over and pressed me down, causing the drill to fall to the ground and knock into the surgical instruments. "Clang--" "Why is it so loud? Did something happen to my brother?" Big Sister's voice came. The door opened a crack.
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