
Framed Before the First Cut
Chapter 2
As long as I never appeared in the operating room, no one could accuse me.
My eyes swept quickly across the ground.
I immediately locked onto the road in front of the emergency building.
There was an uncovered deep shaft that had not yet been sealed.
I pretended to rush toward the emergency department.
When I reached the opening, I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes.
Then I threw myself hard into the shaft.
A sudden feeling of weightlessness swallowed my whole body.
I instinctively tensed.
The next second, I slammed heavily onto the hard concrete at the bottom of the shaft.
There was a dull thud.
The impact seemed to shake pain through all my organs.
Thankfully, the bottom of the shaft was dry and had no standing water.
But the bare, hard ground offered no cushioning at all.
A violent wave of pain spread from my head and lower leg through my entire body.
I trembled in agony, cold sweat soaking through my clothes almost instantly.
I knew very clearly that I had most likely broken a bone.
This old drainage shaft on the outskirts of the hospital had been abandoned for years.
A few days ago, someone had stolen the manhole cover.
It had not yet been replaced.
Only an inconspicuous warning barrier circled the shaft.
Because I was rushing to do emergency surgery, I had not seen it clearly and had stepped into it by accident.
There could not be a more perfect accident.
My phone, which had fallen beside me, kept ringing again and again.
In the dark, silent bottom of the shaft, the ringtone sounded especially sharp.
But I did not move.
I let the calls ring and stop, stop and ring again.
I kept my eyes tightly closed.
A person who had fainted could not possibly answer the phone.
All I needed to do was quietly wait until someone discovered me.
The longer that took, the better.
Fifteen minutes later, the workers who had come to install the new manhole cover arrived at the scene.
They immediately saw my bag scattered near the shaft opening.
One worker's heart tightened. He bent down and looked inside.
The beam of his flashlight shone into the shaft and instantly revealed me lying motionless below.
"Someone fell into the shaft! Save her!"
The worker immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie and called for help.
I maintained the posture of someone unconscious, eyes closed, as the commotion above grew louder and louder.
I heard countless footsteps and shouts coming from the opening.
More and more people gathered.
I could even hear the clicking of phone cameras.
Before long, police officers and firefighters arrived one after another.
A rescue ladder was quickly set up.
The firefighters carefully secured my severely injured, unconscious body with ropes and slowly pulled me out of the shaft.
The moment I emerged, everyone could clearly see it.
My face and head were covered in blood.
I let out a faint, pained groan.
No one dared delay. They immediately carried me into the emergency building beside us.
While I was waiting to be rescued, the floating comments filled me in on what should have happened in the original storyline.
Olivia and I had been medical students in the same year. We were as close as sisters throughout our four years of college.
Later, we both entered one of the top three hospitals in the country.
The difference was that I got in through my own ability, while Olivia relied on her father, the hospital director.
She had lived in my shadow for a long time, and over time, something in her heart twisted.
She wanted to beat me in everything.
This accident had been her responsibility.
But Olivia's medical skills were not solid, and she had been desperate to prove herself.
She directly caused the patient to suffer brain death ahead of time.
The first thing she thought of was to make me take the blame.
That way, she could avoid prison and get rid of me at the same time.
After reading the comments one by one, my entire body went cold.
For four years in college, I had sincerely treated her as my best friend.
I had never harmed her in the slightest.
I never imagined her heart could be so dark and vicious.
Fortunately, I won the gamble.
I wanted to see how she would pin this on me now.
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