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Once Played, Now I Play Them Better Novel Cover

Once Played, Now I Play Them Better

After losing everything in a divorce due to a lack of evidence regarding her husband David Stone's affair with Roxanne Lane, a woman is granted a second chance. Returning to the day of their scandalous car accident, she strategically avoids her previous mistakes. In her past life, she fainted from shock and missed the chance to document their infidelity. Now, she navigates the hospital's power dynamics and surveillance issues to ensure she secures the billionaire's assets and her own freedom.
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Chapter 3

"Hey! What are you doing? Where are you pointing that scalpel?" David's face went pale the moment he saw me move. He shot up in panic to stop me, but the motion tugged at Roxanne's wound.

She screamed, "Argh! That hurts! David, what are you doing?"

David also cried out in pain a few times before settling down, then turned to me again. "What procedure are you performing? You're not going to hurt me, are you? That scalpel is sharp, so you ought to watch where you aim it!"

Obviously, I knew exactly what was running through his mind. I said deliberately, "Your situation is critical right now. If I don't separate you quickly, your blood pressure will spike, leading to increased intracranial pressure. When that happens, both of you could die."

"What?"

"How's that possible?"

They spoke at once, their eyes wide as they looked back at me in disbelief.

I shrugged and uttered casually, "Are you two really that clueless? When two people get stuck together like this, a full separation means one of them has to make a sacrifice!"

David's expression shifted at once. He pointed at me, his voice trembling with fury. "W-what do you mean by that? I'm a man! If you dare to touch me there, I'll make you pay!"

I spread my hands. "You should explain it to your lover and convince her."

Roxanne's expression changed instantly, and she turned to look at David. "David, I'm a woman! If they remove that part of me, how can I still be a woman?"

David immediately began painting a rosy future. "Don't worry, Roxanne. As soon as this is over, I'll divorce Scarlett and marry you! No matter what happens to you, I'll always want you!"

Roxanne's fists clenched at her sides, her face darkening. "But—"

"No buts!" David cut her off and glared at me, threatening, "Doctor, start the surgery! If you can't handle a simple surgery like this, I'll—ouch!"

Before he could finish, Roxanne grabbed the syringe of anesthetic and jabbed him with it. He let out a short yelp before losing consciousness.

Only then did I remember that Roxanne had trained as a nurse. Using a syringe like that was second nature to her. After she administered the anesthesia to David, she looked up at me.

"Doctor, he's under. I'm the only conscious patient now. My needs come first, and my health is the priority! If anything has to be removed, make sure it's his!"

Roxanne looked tense and restless, desperate for me to agree.

I shrugged again and gestured for the nurse to bring over the consent form. "Alright, then. Sign this consent form. But remember—there's no going back once the surgery is done."

Roxanne signed quickly. Without any further ado, the anesthesiologist put her under, and I began the procedure.

Hours passed, and the surgery neared its end.

With a sharp snap, the severed piece dropped into the tray. The surgery was officially over.

David's anesthesia began to wear off. His eyes fluttered open, his voice weak. "Doctor… Is my private part still there?"

I raised a brow, cold smile in place. "Of course."

He exhaled, a faint grin of relief in his haze. "Good… Roxanne loves that part of me the most…"

Ha! She loved it the most, huh? I wondered how I should break it to him that Roxanne was the one who had signed off on removing that very part of him.

I couldn't help but smile at the idea of David's reaction once he was completely awake. I finished tidying up and had the nurses wheel David and Roxanne to their wards.

Not long after, David fully regained his consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes and saw the nurse, his first reaction was to blurt out, "Was the surgery successful? Am I okay? Is everything still intact?"

The nurse, fully aware of what had happened, assumed he was making a facetious comment. She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, your life's intact. Otherwise, how could you still be talking?"

David exhaled in relief, then reached down instinctively toward his groin.

The nurse immediately stopped him. "Don't touch it! The wound's fresh. You'll risk an infection if you mess with it!"

David chuckled. "Young lady, you don't get it. That's my most prized part. I need to see it myself to be sure!"

The nurse froze, her eyes widening. "What's there to see? Didn't your girlfriend already sign off on removing it?"

"What?" David went pale.

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