Chapter 2
“Anthony, why did you take off all her pants?”
“That’s way too embarrassing, can’t she at least keep her underwear on?”
“Oh my gosh, why do you have to reach inside?”
Korina’s overly sweet voice suddenly burst out in the examination room.
Filled with feigned horror and exaggerated trembles.
The young patient lying on the examination table instantly stiffened, her legs clamping together, her face beet red.
She looked at me like I was a lecherous pervert.
Korina hid behind the light blue curtain, covering her mouth.
Her innocent eyes, adorned with fake eyelashes, fluttered dramatically.
“Anthony… I didn’t have to undress like this in my practical classes before.”
“Are you trying to… Oh, I shouldn’t say it, it’s so embarrassing.”
This scene was all too familiar.
The sensation of falling from the tall building snapped me wide awake.
I had been reborn!
In my previous life, to maintain harmony in the department, I patiently explained that this was standard procedure, even with her slanderous accusations.
The result was the patient breaking down on the spot, filing a sexual harassment complaint against me, making it known throughout the entire hospital.
Afterward, Korina cried, claiming she was just naive and too pure.
This time, I would never swallow my anger in silence.
I slammed the instrument in my hand onto the tray, making Korina flinch.
“Korina!” I roared.
Before I could continue, the female patient on the bed suddenly erupted.
She snatched the sheet, wrapping it around her lower body, tears streaming down her face.
Pointing at me, she shrieked:
“You pervert! Even the nurse says you don't need to undress me, so why are you making me do it?!”
“I’m going to report you! I’m calling the police!”
The hallway outside instantly became agitated, with patients and family members in line peeking in.
“What’s going on? What happened?”
“I heard the doctor was acting perverted, insisting on taking off some young girl’s pants.”
“I told you male gynecologists aren't reliable, it’s disgusting!”
“Exactly, if there weren’t any female doctors available, I wouldn't have booked an appointment with him.”
“What kind of man studies gynecology, what are his intentions…”
I took a deep breath, about to explain the medical guidelines, when the door to the examination room was suddenly pushed open with a bang.
Vice Dean Tony walked in, hands clasped behind his back, his belly protruding.
He was followed by several interns eager to watch the drama.
Korina, like a startled bird, rushed towards Tony.
Her eyes instantly reddened, large tears falling freely.
“Dean, Anthony… he yelled at me!”
“I just felt a little sorry for that patient having all her pants off.”
“I just asked one question, and he threw things and cursed at me…”
“And he said… he said he was in charge of this room, and if I couldn’t do the job, I should get out…”
Tony naturally caught Korina by the shoulders.
His fleshy hand rubbed her shoulder for a moment, then he looked at me with an air of official authority.
“Anthony! What’s wrong with you?”
“Is this how you treat a colleague? Where is your medical ethics?”
“Scaring Korina like this, scaring the patient like this, are you a doctor or a thug?”
I coldly watched the despicable duo, working hand in glove.
In my previous life, it was Tony who backed Korina.
Together, they conspired to block my promotion, and eventually climbed over my dead body.
“Vice Dean Tony!”
I deliberately emphasized the “Vice.”
“According to the Ninth Edition of *Obstetrics and Gynecology*, the bimanual examination protocol requires full exposure of the external genitalia.”
“Korina, as a licensed nurse, doesn’t even know this basic common sense?”
“She’s screaming and misleading patients, creating doctor-patient conflict.”
“This incompetent, overgrown child, I don’t know how she even managed to get into this hospital?!”
Tony’s face changed dramatically, the flabby flesh on his face twitching.
He hadn’t expected me, usually so mild-mannered and honest, to dare to contradict him in public.
“You… you dare be insolent!”
“You think you’re in the right? If you can’t even calm a patient’s emotions, how are you fit to be a doctor?”
The patient on the bed became even more agitated, crying out:
“I’m not getting examined! Your hospital is all in cahoots! I’m going to expose all of you!”
Tony immediately put on a fawning expression, bowing and scraping to the patient:
“I’m so sorry, so sorry, our management is too lax.”
“How about this, today’s examination fees are waived, and I’ll personally arrange for a female specialist to see you.”
Turning his head, he glared at me fiercely.
“Anthony, given your deplorable attitude today, and the potential suspicion of sexual harassment,”
“All your VIP special outpatient clinics this week are canceled!”
“Those are for high-end clients, we can’t have someone like you ruining the hospital’s reputation!”
“You report to the ER right now and reflect there on what ‘service attitude’ means!”
Korina, hiding behind Tony, stuck out her tongue at me and mouthed:
[Serves you right].
The surrounding patients and family members pointed and whispered about me.
I looked at the chaotic scene in the room, but my mind was clear.
Go to the ER? Perfect.
If I remembered correctly, this afternoon, the ER would receive a very special patient.
She was Mrs. Anderson, the wife of the city’s wealthiest man. In my previous life, she was the key figure who brought Tony to prominence, and then, due to a misdiagnosis, caused his downfall.
Only in the previous life, Tony found a scapegoat.
This time, I would hold that surgical scalpel myself.
“Alright, I’ll go to the ER.”