Part 3Reborn to Avoid the Fatal Surgery

“Sam, Lisa’s right. You’re still young. Just give this opportunity to Ryan.”

As I was thinking, Hannah had already walked in with Ryan.

I looked up at them, my gaze meeting Ryan’s.

Ryan’s eyes were filled with sarcasm.

He seemed to be mocking my incompetence.

I shook my head firmly. “You have no right to choose my life for me.”

With that, I walked out without a backward glance.

To my surprise.

For the two days of the competition, they surprisingly didn’t bother me further.

I checked my social media and learned that Ryan had taken on the surgery alone.

I thought there wouldn’t be any more issues with this, but when I returned from the competition, Hannah and Lisa immediately found me.

Their faces were filled with panic.

“Sam, you have to save Ryan this time. If you don’t, he’s truly done for.”

I immediately guessed that Ryan’s surgery had gone wrong again, and I asked them coldly, “How do you expect me to help with something like this?”

This time, I wasn’t even at the hospital. They couldn’t possibly pin it on me, could they?

Hannah’s next words utterly stunned me. “I’ll handle this. You’ll cover for Ryan.”

“You haven’t been at the hospital for too long, so if there are any mistakes, no one will blame you too much.”

Hearing Hannah’s words, I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice-cold abyss.

As her younger brother, she was actively asking me to take the fall for such a massive blunder for Ryan.

If I covered for Ryan, I would not only ruin my career but also face jail time.

The experiences of my past life were still vivid in my memory.

I rejected her without a second thought.

“As a doctor, if a surgery goes wrong, he should take responsibility himself. Why should I cover for him?”

Lisa’s voice grew even more urgent when she heard my words.

“Isn’t it natural for colleagues to help each other?”

“If you help Ryan this time, all of us will remember your kindness.”

Hearing her words, laced with moral blackmail, I could no longer control my anger.

“You always think of Ryan. Have you ever considered my feelings?”

“Don’t forget, one of you is my sister, and the other is my girlfriend!”

By the end, my voice was tinged with a hint of a sob.

In my past life, those two, because of Ryan, drove me to despair, leaving me with no peace even in death. Did they really want me to relive that tragedy again?

My sister Hannah’s tone was filled with unquestionable authority.

“Sam, you don’t have a choice. I’ve already arranged everything for Ryan. You have to take the blame for this.”

As she spoke, Hannah directly slammed a stack of documents onto my desk.

They had forged evidence of my presence.

Everything had been meticulously crafted to perfection. If not for me, the person directly involved, anyone else would never have suspected a problem.

They had gone to such lengths for Ryan. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much I had underestimated their determination to run to Ryan’s aid.

However, there was no panic on my face, only a mocking smile as I looked at them. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn you both in for doing this?”