Reborn After the Ventilator Failed My Surgery

Summary

In my last life, the ventilator flatlined without a single warning sign. It was a weekend shift, just another routine surgery until the alarms shrieked.

The patient's oxygen levels plummeted. He died right there on the table.

The entire hospital administration pointed their fingers squarely at me, claiming gross negligence. The dead man's family dragged me by my collar through the pristine white halls, screaming that I was a murderer.

I was paralyzed by shock. I knew, with absolute certainty, that I hadn't even touched the machine.