I was a top gynecologist with countless published papers to my name. But ever since I took on my husband’s female student, each time I was about to publish a paper, I discovered she had beaten me to it. She would write a paper identical to mine, accuse me of plagiarism, and disgrace me publicly—eventually even stealing my position as department head.
Meanwhile, I began to make repeated errors in surgery, resulting in severe medical accidents. I was fired by the hospital and sued by patients’ families. One of my patients, paralyzed for life because of my mistake, crawled into my office and threw a bottle of sulfuric acid on me—leaving me without a whole body to bury.
Even in death, I couldn’t close my eyes in peace.