My boyfriend’s "pure and innocent" childhood friend came to my OB-GYN clinic, and I found she was infected with three different STDs. My boyfriend didn’t believe me. In a fit of rage, he splashed hot coffee right in my face. "Do you have any idea how pure Lily is? She’s never even held a guy’s hand! If you’re going to make up lies to slander her, at least make them believable!" That night, he turned my hospital ID photo into a meme with the caption "Psycho Doc" and blasted it across all our professional SnapChat groups. I was forced to resign. I was stalked, and my door was defaced with red paint. Until one night, someone locked my garage door from the outside and let car exhaust fill the space. Before my consciousness faded, my phone screen lit up. It was a text from him: "If you had just disappeared sooner, Lily and I would’ve been together by now." But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my clinic. She was sitting right across from me, smiling like a sweet, innocent angel. This time, I calmly slid the paper over. "Here’s your report. See for yourself." Since he believed she was so pure, then let her be pure. After all, I wasn’t the one getting infected. 0
"Dr. Vance, are my test results ready?" Lily Adams sat across from me, nervously twisting the hem of her dress. I looked at the lab report in my hand. The red bold letters were blinding. Secondary syphilis, gonorrhea, and genital warts. To contract these three STDs at the same time, she must have had an incredibly wild sex life. In my past life, for the sake of her and Ethan’s health, I had taken this report out to the waiting room to explain the situation to Ethan Cole. What I got in return was a cup of scalding coffee to my face, six months of relentless cyberbullying, and a suffocating death in a locked garage. This time, I took a deep breath and slid the lab report directly in front of Lily. "Ms. Adams, see for yourself." Lily picked up the paper with a confused look. In an instant, her face drained of all color. "This is impossible!" "How could I have these dirty diseases? Your hospital’s equipment must be broken!" I leaned back in my chair and said seriously, "These numbers don’t lie." "And looking at your current symptoms, if you don’t start treatment immediately, you might lose your fertility." Lily’s tears spilled over instantly. She leaped up, rushed to my desk, and grabbed my hand. "Chloe, please help me! Ethan and you are the only people I know in this city." "I swear, I must have caught this from a public swimming pool a few days ago. You have to believe me!" Looking at her tearful, pathetic act, I wanted to laugh. Getting three STDs from a public pool? Who was she trying to fool? "It doesn't matter if I believe you or not. What matters is the treatment." I glanced at the cracked-open door of the clinic. "Ethan is waiting for you outside. Should I call him in and explain the situation to him in detail?" "No!" Lily screamed, frantically covering the lab report. "Chloe, I beg of you, please don’t tell Ethan!" "He’s always thought of me as a pure, clean girl. If he finds out I have this, he will definitely leave me." She fell to her knees in front of me, crying like a victim. "As long as you don't say anything, I’ll do whatever you want!" I looked down at her. I hadn't realized in my past life how desperately she would go to keep up her innocent facade in front of Ethan. "You’re an adult. You have the right to patient confidentiality," I said, calmly pulling my hand away. "Since you don't want him to know, then we won't tell him." Lily sighed in relief, nodding and thanking me repeatedly. She frantically stuffed the real lab report into her designer handbag. "But... how should I explain this to Ethan in a minute?" I opened my computer and pulled up a blank template. Three minutes later, I printed out a fake report showing all negative results. "If he asks, tell him everything is normal." Lily took the "pure and clean" report. A flash of gratitude crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a smug smirk. She was probably mocking my stupidity, thinking I had given in to my romantic rival so easily. The door was suddenly shoved open. Ethan Cole storm in. He didn’t even look at me; he went straight to Lily. "Lily, how are you? Are you feeling sick anywhere?" He gently helped Lily up, his voice filled with self-reproach. "I told you we shouldn’t have come here. This doctor has always hated you. She definitely didn't give you a good attitude." Lily immediately leaned into his chest, weakly raising the fake report. "Ethan, don't blame Chloe. She said I'm perfectly fine." Only then did Ethan deign to look at me, his eyes full of undisguised suspicion. "Chloe, did you actually check her thoroughly?" I looked up and politely met his gaze. "The report is completely normal. Congratulations." Since he firmly believed she was pure, let them enjoy their "pure" intimacy. I wasn't the one getting dirty anyway. Ethan let out a cold snort and wrapped his arm tightly around Lily’s shoulders. "At least you know your place." "Let's go home, Lily. I'll make your favorite steamed fish tonight." Lily looked back at me, a look of smug triumph in her eyes. I sat in my chair, quietly watching their figures fade away. The real show was just getting started. 0
After work, I didn't go to the grocery store to buy the seafood Ethan liked, as I usually did. Instead, I went straight back to the apartment we co-owned. As soon as I pushed the door open, Lily’s giggles echoed from the living room. She was wearing a silk pajama set I had just bought, lounging on the sofa, opening her mouth to eat grapes Ethan was hand-feeding her. Seeing me walk in, Ethan's face immediately darkened. "Why are you just getting back? You didn't even make dinner. Are you trying to starve Lily?" He slammed the fruit plate onto the coffee table. "She's a guest! Do you have any decency as the lady of this house?" My hands paused as I took off my shoes. The lady of this house? He had probably given that title to Lily in his heart a long time ago. "I'm a doctor, not your full-time maid." I walked straight to the sofa and looked at Lily. "Besides, Ms. Adams doesn't look like she should be eating cold, raw fruit right now." Lily's face froze, and she instinctively pulled down the hem of the pajamas. She glanced at me guiltily, then bit her lip, her eyes turning red. "Ethan, does Chloe not like me wearing her clothes?" "I'll take them off right now. I'm so sorry..." She made a move to stand up, but Ethan held her down. "Don't you dare! I told you to wear them!" Ethan spun around and glared at me like I was his worst enemy. "Chloe, don't be so ungrateful. It's just a pajama set. Do you have to be so incredibly petty?" "Lily is fragile. Would letting her borrow your clothes kill you?" I watched him throw a tantrum over another woman. In my past life, these words would have broken my heart, and I would have rushed into the kitchen to cook and appease him. But now, looking at them just made me sick. "Since she's worn it, she can keep it." I turned toward my bedroom. "I find it dirty." I wasn't just talking about the clothes. I was talking about her. Lily clearly understood my hidden meaning. Her body trembled, her fingers digging deep into the sofa cushions. She knew she carried three STDs, so the word "dirty" hit her like a physical blow. Ethan was completely enraged. He took three quick steps, grabbing my wrist tightly. "What did you just say? Who's dirty?" "Do you want me to slap you?!" He raised his hand high. I stared back at him without flinching, my eyes as calm as a stagnant pool of water. "Go ahead, Ethan. Try it." "If that hand lands on me, I will call the police tomorrow. And I'll send the ledger of all the kickbacks you've taken to your boss." Ethan's hand froze in midair, his face turning an ugly shade of green. He looked at me in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe I would threaten him like this. "Are you crazy? We've been together for three years, and you're threatening me over this petty crap?" I yanked my hand back with force. "Three years is just a lesson learned. Let's call it a mistake." "I'm moving out tonight. I'll have my lawyer handle the division of this apartment. You'd better prepare yourself." With that, I walked into the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Outside, Ethan's furious curses and Lily's fake, comforting whispers drifted through the door. "Ethan, it's all my fault. I'll move out tomorrow..." "Don't leave! If she wants to throw a fit, let her! Let's see where she can actually go!" I pulled out my suitcase and began packing my valuables and documents. Halfway through, my phone vibrated. It was an informal hospital SnapChat group. Someone had posted a blurry photo of a female patient wearing a mask, taking medication at the pharmacy window. [Isn't this the woman who visited Dr. Vance's clinic this afternoon? Why is she sneakily picking up long-acting penicillin?] [Look how sketchy she's being. Ten to one, she's got *that* disease.] I looked at the screen, a cold smile forming on my lips. Terrified of Ethan finding out, Lily hadn't gone to a specialist. Instead, she was trying to quietly suppress the disease with antibiotics. But syphilis and genital warts weren't things you could just wave away with a few pills. She was playing with fire. I stuffed a few everyday clothes into the suitcase and opened the door. In the living room, Ethan was holding Lily, comforting her. Hearing the door open, he turned and saw my suitcase. A flash of panic crossed his eyes, quickly masked by anger. "Chloe, look at you, acting all tough. Moving out in the middle of the night?" He stood up, blocking my path. "I'm telling you, once you walk out that door, don't you ever think about coming back!" I stopped and looked at his pathetic, blustering face. "Fine." I walked right past him without a second thought. At the door, I glanced back at Lily, who was huddled on the sofa. "Ms. Adams." Lily snapped her head up, her eyes filled with sheer terror, afraid I would spill her secret. I gave her a sweet smile. "Remember to take your meds on time. Ignoring your illness will only lead to bigger problems." Ignoring Ethan’s furious shouting, I stepped out into the night and never looked back. 0
I moved into a long-term rental apartment near the hospital. Three days later, I contacted a real estate agent and handed over all the records showing I paid the vast majority of the down payment to my lawyer. That apartment had to be sold immediately. I wouldn't leave Ethan a single dime. While at work, I pulled up Lily’s medical records from that day. She had only picked up one course of antibiotics and some topical creams. That dosage wouldn't cure her; it wouldn't even manage the pain. What I found even more amusing was that she had used Ethan’s credit card on the hospital’s payment system. In other words, Lily was spending Ethan’s money to buy STD medications every single day. And that idiot Ethan probably thought she was just buying some supplements. During my afternoon rounds, my phone rang. It was Ethan. He had been calling me every day. His tone had shifted from furious insults to a softer, pleading demeanor. I walked to the end of the hall and picked up. "Chloe, where are you?" His voice sounded incredibly exhausted. "You've been throwing this tantrum for days. Isn't it time to cool off? Come home tonight. Lily said she wants to cook dinner to apologize to you." I stared at the traffic outside the window, my voice flat. "Ethan, you should have received my lawyer's letter. I'm not throwing a tantrum." "If you don't sign the property division agreement, I'll see you in court." There was a silence on the other end, followed by a sudden roar. "Chloe, are you fucking kidding me?!" "Just because Lily is staying here for a few days, you want to sell the apartment? Does our three-year relationship mean absolutely nothing to you?!" He panted heavily, trying to suppress his rage. "Lily suddenly got a massive rash all over her body yesterday. She's running a fever so bad her face is pale." "She refuses to go to the hospital because she's terrified you'll give her attitude again." "As a doctor, can you put your petty jealousy aside for once and come take a look at her?" Hearing this, I almost burst out laughing. A massive rash? That was a textbook secondary syphilis rash. Combined with her drug abuse, her immune system was utterly collapsing. Lily didn't dare go to a real hospital because she knew she would be exposed instantly. "If she won't come to the hospital, how can I treat her?" I replied coldly. "I don't have time for house calls. If she's that sick, she needs to see a doctor properly." "You—" Ethan choked on his words, completely powerless. "Fine, Chloe. You're heartless." "I'll take her to a private clinic myself. We don't need your fake sympathy!" He slammed the phone down. Looking at the dark screen, I put his number on do-not-disturb. A private clinic? Perfect. Those shady, uncertified private clinics loved using heavy steroids to temporarily suppress visible symptoms. It would only make Lily's condition deteriorate faster. After work, I stopped by the real estate agency. The agent told me there were several interested buyers, but because Ethan lived there and refused to open the door, they couldn't do any showings. "Dr. Vance, if the co-owner refuses to cooperate, it's going to be very hard to sell this place at market value." I tapped my fingers on the desk, an idea forming in my mind. "Bring the buyers tomorrow afternoon," I said, handing a spare key to the agent. "He won't be home then. There's only a female guest staying there. Just ignore her." The next afternoon. Using the excuse of picking up the rest of my belongings, I went back to the apartment early. As I approached the door, before I could even pull out my key, a series of breathless, gasping sounds echoed from inside. "Ethan... gentler... what if Chloe suddenly comes back..." Lily's sweet, whiny voice drifted through the thin door. "Don't mention that buzzkill of a woman," Ethan panted, his voice dripping with lust. "She’s practically frigid anyway." "You’re much better, my sweet Lily. Let me show you how much I love you." I stood outside, my hand holding the key without a single tremble. In my past life, they had hooked up behind my back, and I had stupidly confronted them, only to be turned into the villain. This time, I felt that even getting angry was a waste of energy. I pulled out my phone, turned on the voice recorder, and quietly leaned against the wall for ten minutes. Right on cue, I heard the elevator ding. The agent walked out with a middle-aged couple. "Oh, Dr. Vance, you're here! Great, great," the agent greeted me warmly. I made a shushing gesture, then turned the key and opened the door. *Click.* The door swung open. The living room was a disaster zone, clothes scattered everywhere. The two bodies tangled on the sofa froze instantly, as if struck by lightning. "Ah—!" Lily let out a blood-curdling shriek, frantically grabbing clothes from the floor to cover herself. In that split second, I clearly saw the dense, red rashes covering her back and thighs. They looked like rotting spots on decaying meat, making the heavy air in the room turn nauseatingly repulsive. Ethan, completely naked, scrambled to grab his pants, his face filled with sheer panic. The couple behind me gasped, covering their mouths in horror. "This... this is the apartment you wanted to show us?" The woman stepped back in absolute disgust. "This is filthy! It’s bad luck. We're leaving!" With that, she dragged her husband away. The agent stood there, completely dumbfounded and mortified. I walked in, pulled a sanitizing wipe from my bag, and slowly wiped my hands. "Ethan." I thoroughly enjoyed his pathetic state. "Didn't you say she was so pure she'd never even held a guy’s hand?" "What's this? Did you two fall in love while treating her illness?" Ethan's face turned the color of a bruised plum. 0
He frantically buckled his belt while trying to shield the shivering Lily with his body. "Chloe! Are you out of your mind?! Bringing strangers here to mock me?" He pointed a finger at me, roaring in embarrassment and anger. "My name is on this deed too! I can do whatever the hell I want here!" I tossed the dirty wipe into the trash, my eyes cold with disgust. "Sure, what you do in a trash pile is your business." I looked at him coldly. "But I should remind you to pay attention to your hygiene." "After all, some dirty things can never be washed off once you catch them." Lily heard this sentence, and she suddenly lifted her head, her eyes filled with absolute panic and guilt. She looked deathly pale, holding onto Ethan’s arm so tightly that her nails almost dug into his flesh. "Ethan... don't fight with her... let her go..." She was shivering violently, absolutely terrified that I would reveal her three STDs in front of Ethan. Looking at her act like a cornered animal, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. This was exactly what I wanted. Not exposing her directly meant she would live in constant, agonizing fear of being found out. She would do anything, lie to any extent, just to keep this secret. "Ethan, if you don't pack up and get out of this apartment by tomorrow, I’ll send the recording of this little show and a detailed description to your company's HR department." With that threat, I turned and walked away. The next day, Ethan indeed packed his bags and slunk out with Lily. I finalized the apartment sale at lightning speed. The day I received the full payment, I treated my entire department to a lavish seafood dinner. My life went back to normal. Aside from surgeries and consultations, I focused entirely on upgrading my professional skills. Two weeks later. My peaceful days were shattered by a sudden commotion. Just as I was about to clock out, screaming and crying echoed from the hospital hallway. "Get Chloe out here! Tell her to get her ass out here!" The voice was painfully familiar. It was Ethan. I pushed open my office door and saw Ethan acting like a rabid dog, grabbing a nurse on duty by her collar. Lily sat in a wheelchair nearby, wearing a hat and mask, completely bundled up. But on her exposed neck and the backs of her hands, I could see massive, weeping, ulcerated red sores. It was ten times worse than two weeks ago. Clearly, the steroids from the private clinic had backfired, causing the infection to explode across her entire body. The moment Ethan saw me, his eyes turned bloodshot. He pushed the nurse aside and lunged at me. "Chloe, you evil bitch! I'll kill you!" "Security! Hold him down!" Several male doctors and security guards rushed over, slamming Ethan hard against the cold tiled floor. With his face pressed against the floor, Ethan thrashed wildly, screaming at the top of his lungs. "What did you prescribe Lily?!" "She was fine! Ever since she used that vaginal wash you prescribed, she started rotting!" "You’re not just a petty bitch, you’re a hack doctor! I'm reporting you to the medical board!" Standing a few feet away, I raised an eyebrow in amusement. Wow, what a creative way to shift the blame. I turned to look at Lily, who was hiding her head in the wheelchair. "Ms. Adams, did I ever prescribe you a vaginal wash?" I asked calmly. "All my prescriptions are logged in the hospital database. Should we go pull them up right now?" Lily panicked, clutching the armrests of her wheelchair. "I... I don't know..." her voice shook, thick with tears. "Maybe I remembered wrong... Ethan, let's go, I don't want to get treated anymore..." "Go? We can't go!" Even pinned down by security, Ethan desperately defended his "pure" white moonlight. "Lily, don't be afraid! This woman is just abusing her power as an attending physician to bully you!" "I’m going to make sure everyone in this hospital sees her true colors today!" More and more patients and visitors gathered, whispering among themselves. In my past life, under such public pressure, I would have panicked and tried to explain myself. But now, I knew exactly how to deal with them. "Ethan, you keep saying she ended up like this because of my prescription." I walked over to him in my high heels. "But do you even know what disease she actually has?"
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