Reborn to Watch Them Fall

The golden window for emergency treatment was slipping away bit by bit, yet Joe remained unmoved.

It was not until the mayor lying on the hospital bed had nearly bled out that Melissa finally arrived 40 minutes later, carrying a large pot of herbal tea.

The hospital pantry was only a three-minute elevator ride from the department, yet Melissa put on an act like she was drenched in sweat. What a waste that she had not gone into acting.

When she saw everyone in the department still waiting for her in the hospital corridor, she instantly transformed into an award-winning actress, looking at everyone with touching gratitude.

"How can you all be so good to me? How can I ever repay everyone for taking such good care of me!"

Through the on-call room window, she shot me a mocking smile.

Joe took the kettle from her hands and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Silly girl, of course it's because you deserve us treating you well!"

My phone rang at that moment. Looking at Dad's reply, I let out a soft laugh.

I hesitated no longer. I walked out of the on-call room and looked at everyone.

"Since Melissa is here, let's hurry and arrange surgery for the mayor!"

Everyone was no longer reluctant and began actively running around preparing for the emergency surgery.

While putting on surgical scrubs, Melissa held a cup of herbal tea and apologized to me with a face full of grievance.

"Kimberly, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I just saw everyone working so hard, so I wanted to make herbal tea for everyone to help them relax."

Before I could speak, Joe pulled Melissa behind him protectively. "Melissa, what did you do wrong? That vain woman with no sense of loyalty to coworkers is the most shameful one here!"

The other colleagues drank their herbal tea while chiming in to comfort her.

"That's right, Melissa, don't blame yourself. We all voluntarily waited for you!"

"It was only a few minutes' delay. The mayor will be fine. You're so good to us, of course we have to return the favor! We're not like those selfish people!"

Listening to their passive-aggressive comments clearly aimed at me, my heart remained unmoved.

I hoped their precious "loyalty to coworkers" could last a little longer.

Otherwise, how would the good show continue after the surgery ended?

They had no idea what their choice would cost them, and the pot of herbal tea Melissa made for them would purchase away the remaining free time in their lives.

I paid them no more attention and walked straight into the operating room.

The mayor on the hospital bed was already deathly pal, with a large pool of blood beneath his legs. Everyone completely ignored my opinions and directly let Melissa be the lead surgeon.

Melissa looked at everyone, a flash of panic crossing her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to be lead surgeon?"

Everyone looked at her with complete trust.

"Melissa, don't be afraid. We believe in your medical skills!"

Joe also affectionately patted her head.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here!”

"As long as you perform this surgery and save the mayor, you'll be the mayor's savior. From then on, you'll have a place in the medical field, and we'll all benefit from your success too!"

Melissa looked at Joe's doting gaze and hesitantly nodded.

The surgery began. Without consulting anyone, Joe began meticulously instructing Melissa on where to make incisions. Everyone had clear divisions of labor and worked in perfect coordination.

Only I was like an outsider, completely excluded from the surgery, given trivial tasks like changing water, wiping sweat, and passing instruments.

While I let them order me around, I quietly waited for the good show about to unfold.

Just then, Melissa cried out, and the scalpel fell to the ground.

The mayor on the operating table had long since missed the optimal rescue window. Excessive bleeding throughout his body had caused severe complications: tissue necrosis.

To prevent it from spreading throughout the body, the most direct solution was amputation.

Melissa was so frightened she crouched on the ground, muttering continuously.

"I can't do it... I can't do it..."

Seeing her frightened appearance, Joe felt a pang of heartache. He turned to look at me, his tone impatient.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and hand me the scalpel!"

My heart numb, I handed the scalpel to Joe. With everyone's help, he cut down on both of the mayor's legs without hesitation.

I laughed. These colleagues were about to get exactly what they deserved.