Chapter 1

I spent a decade as a specialist in proctology, conducting numerous examinations daily.

To be honest, I maintained a professional detachment throughout.

One day, a man accompanying a patient exclaimed, "You have no right to examine my child's condition!"

"If you fail to treat her, I'll hold your entire family accountable!"

I gestured towards the door, "The psychiatric clinic is upstairs to the left. Next patient, please!"

That remark led to five years of unemployment, two years of begging, and ultimately, I met my end in a street accident.

It also caused undue suffering for my mother.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my office.

In front of me stood an impeccably dressed, attractive couple.

"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, I can't see you."

"Director? Director!"

I snapped out of it, "Yes, what is it?"

"Director, have you been resting well lately? I brought you some hot water."

A cup of hot water appeared on my desk. I looked up and saw it was Leo, my intern from eight years ago.

"It's alright, just a lot of patients recently. I just need a moment."

I surveyed my surroundings. This was my office.

Specifically, it was the office I had eight years ago when I was the head of the proctology department at City General Hospital.

A bold idea crossed my mind. I pinched myself—ouch, not a dream.

I found myself back to where it all began eight years ago.

"Shall I call in the next patient?" Leo asked.

I nodded. Moments later, the door opened.

A striking woman walked in, exuding elegance, her designer attire making her seem unapproachable.

A man followed her, his gaze sharp and authoritative.

I was taken aback—it was them.

The sting in my palm brought me back. I looked down and saw a nail mark in my hand.

The woman blushed and shyly introduced herself, "Hello, Doctor, I'm Nora."

Nora was polite enough. The man beside her looked disdainful.

"Who do you think you are? You're not qualified to examine my child's condition!"

The same dialogue, the same scene. I was even more certain I had been given a second chance.

Nora tugged at Declan's sleeve, giving him a playful glance.

"Apologies, but as a specialist with ten years of experience at City General Hospital and the current head of the department, I believe I am."

Declan's expression darkened, his gaze icy, as if contemplating my downfall.

He snorted, "If you can't treat Nora, I'll make sure your entire family pays!"

There it was again. Even in a proctology department, his CEO persona was unyielding.

In my previous life, when he said that, I was speechless. Was this guy out of his mind? It's 2099, and people still mimic lines from decades ago.

So I genuinely suggested he see a mental health professional. Declan's CEO pride was offended, and he used his influence to fabricate medical mishaps, forcing me to resign.

Not only that, but he also warned all hospitals not to hire me, leaving me unemployed.

Unable to work in a hospital, I tried factories, but Declan blocked all my paths—no business dared hire me.

I survived by intermittently setting up stalls and scavenging for recyclables.

I drank rainwater and ate discarded cold takeout from trash bins.

Snapping back to reality, I flipped through the records.

"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, I can't see you."###Chapter