I Destroyed The Pain Transferring Intern

Everyone immediately surrounded Dahlia and left me lying on the floor.

Very soon, the patients entered her operating theater one by one. I started to feel pain all over my body before falling unconscious.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital ward.

My best friend, Peggy Lee, was looking concerned beside me.

I immediately asked her to take her cell phone out because she was one of the patients Dahlia had treated earlier.

I had expected Dahlia to stop me from observing her when she was administering her treatment. So, I asked Peggy to bring a pinhole camera along.

The footage I saw shocked me.

Peggy was not ill, and she had just twisted her ankle a while ago.

Dahlia did not even run an X-ray before she decided to set Peggy’s leg.

She immediately set her leg without any anesthesia. My temples were throbbing at the sight of it.

The fact that it was a medical malpractice to not administer anesthesia aside, the method she used was also wrong.

She was doing things haphazardly!

I struggled to get up and realized that I had no strength in my right ankle.

When I tried to move, it went numb.

I grabbed Peggy’s hand and asked, “Did you feel anything when she set your leg? Does your leg hurt?”

It was then that Peggy sighed. “I was about to tell you. She was moving my leg around carelessly, but my leg seemed to have lost its sense of pain. I didn’t feel a thing.

“I noticed that she wasn’t even touching the area where I twisted my ankle. But that’s what makes it truly strange. My ankle’s fully recovered!”

I lay on the bed and felt extremely uncomfortable. I could only comb through the information before me out of pure determination.

Dahlia could seemingly transfer the patients’ pain and surgical side effects to me.

However, no medical equipment could detect the harm I endured.

Since I was the host of this pain, Dahlia could not examine and perform surgery on me. Hence, she rejected me.

My brain was mush. How could something so weird happen?

Suddenly, I thought of something and immediately submitted my resignation letter to the hospital director.

He looked at the resignation letter on his desk and tapped the table with his fingers without a word.

After a while, he looked at me with a frown of disappointment.

“Just because I said that you were faking your illness, you’re resigning? Isn’t it the same as what Dahlia said, that her fast-tracked promotion threatened you, so you’re threatening me with your resignation?”

Immediately after, he stamped on the paper and asked me to leave.

At the same time, there was a new post on the hospital’s social media profile.

It was to congratulate Dahlia on her promotion to deputy director.

Many patients commented and praised her, while some spoke negatively about me.

Someone even uploaded a video of me falling to social media.

[How is there a doctor like this? She’s despicable. She resorted to any means to poach patients, even at the cost of delaying others' treatment!]

All of a sudden, everyone was criticizing me.

They said that I did not have morals or skills. As such, I was jealous of others.

Someone even found my phone number and home address. They ended up sending me knives and photos of disfigurement.

I could only move to Peggy’s home.

At that point, I did not care about my reputation.

Looking at the surgical schedule that Peggy had brought me, my palms turned sweaty from nervousness.

The next day, Dahlia was about to conduct surgery on a patient’s stomach.

I had already resigned, so I was no longer at the hospital!

I wanted to see if she could still transfer the pain to me!