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To help her younger lover gain prestige and a promotion, my wife, the hospital director, deliberately ran over my leg with her car, breaking it. She then stole the pancreatic cancer surgery plan I had painstakingly prepared for patients.
On the day my right leg was amputated, she was busy throwing a celebration party for her younger lover.
As a result, the young boy performed surgery while drunk, causing the patient to die on the spot.
To protect him, my wife intentionally altered the surgical plan and falsely accused my immature plan of causing this major medical accident.
To demonstrate her impartiality, she punished me on the spot by demoting me and cutting my salary. She even used my wages for the next thirty years to compensate the patient's family as atonement.
In the conference room, she lowered her head and persuaded me:
"Your skills speak for themselves. This is just a surgical accident. At most, you'll face suspension pending investigation. People will forget about it soon."
"But Nolan is different. He's still young with limited experience. This accident could end his medical career."
Hearing this, I nodded.
My wife thought I had agreed and happily promised to make our marriage public after this incident.
I smiled faintly and said:
"I've already reported this to hospital administration. Let the professionals determine right from wrong."

To Save Her Younger Lover, My Wife Altered My Surgery Plan

Her father knew I loved Vivienne and begged me to stay, marry her, and help her get back on her feet.


Back then, she was still kind-hearted and didn't want to drag me down. She urged me to find my own path and not sacrifice my future for her sake.


That's when I lied to her, saying her father had supported me in the past and I was here to repay that debt.


Hesitantly, she took my hand in hers, and together we walked down the aisle.


For the past decade, though our relationship hasn't been passionate, we've treated each other with mutual respect.


I thought we'd continue living this quiet life until Nolan showed up. After that, we started arguing constantly.


The young Cheif Carlisle who once cried all night for failing to save a patient now disregards human life for the sake of a man, even costing me the use of my leg.


She doesn't realize that the moment she mercilessly ran me over with her car, our fake marriage came to an end.


Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message.


"Report received. The hospital administration has dispatched a specialist to begin the investigation."


I had barely lain down when my phone started ringing non-stop. The nurses were making their rounds, muttering regretfully:


"Nolan really went public with the Chief. What about Doctor Harrington? He's been secretly in love with her for ten years, turning down offers from so many big hospitals for her sake. In the end, he got beat to the punch by a newcomer who's been here less than a year..."


They indignantly pulled open the curtain, meeting my eyes as I was scrolling through videos. After a moment of awkwardness, they quickly changed their tune:


In the video, Nolan was on one knee in the bustling cafeteria, proposing to Vivienne with a cheap silver ring.


And Vivienne, who had always been unapproachable, was blushing shyly in that moment. She nodded slightly, slipping on the ring amidst a chorus of congratulatory cheers.


I silently turned off my phone and shook my head:


Seeing that I truly seemed unaffected, the nurse smiled and said:


"Doctor Harrington, you've finally come to your senses. There are plenty of women in the hospital younger and prettier than the Chief. Why fixate on just one? Tell us what kind of girl you like, we can set you up..."


Vivienne walked in with a face like thunder:


"Gossiping on the job? All of you will have your performance bonuses cut this month."


"The young ones don't know better. Your punishment is too harsh."


Vivienne was still furious, and sternly replied:


"It's precisely because they're young that they need to be punished. If the punishment isn't severe, they won't learn their lesson."


"Is that so? Then what about when Nolan misdiagnosed that patient and removed their stomach unnecessarily? You said everyone makes mistakes and young people need opportunities to grow. You even gave him a promotion and raise as encouragement."


Not to mention me. I saved a patient on the street and was praised as a hero by the media.


Yet Vivienne said I was half an hour late, counted it as an absence, and docked my bonus for six months to set an example.


But she said without rules there's no order, and if she didn't punish severely, everyone would follow suit. Did we think the hospital was a joke?


She's the one who wants to be strict, and she's also the one making excuses for Nolan.


She gets to have it both ways. Such a hypocrite.


"Nolan knows how to behave. He doesn't make me worry, so of course I go easier on him."


Now she's trying to fob me off with these nonsensical excuses.


Chapter 3