Chapter 2

CEOs typically have family doctors and private clinics, so they never need to visit public hospitals and wouldn't know about the appointment system at City General.

Moreover, I'm a specialist. You need to book my appointments a day in advance since I only have one duty day a week. My slots are hard to get.

"Doctor, I was just called! I went to the bathroom, sorry, sorry!" The office door opened, and the actual patient with an appointment walked in.

I glanced at Declan and Nora, "Unrelated individuals, please leave."

Their faces turned various shades of green and red.

Nora stood up, embarrassed, dragging Declan out. Just before leaving, Declan glared daggers at me.

I returned his gaze, prepared to call security to escort them out for cutting in line, but he quickly looked away.

After the checkup, I wrote a prescription. "Take this to the nurse."

"Ding dong"

A bell chimed. I looked around, curious about the source.

"Host Ethan, hello! I'm the Pain Transfer System 012. Congratulations on getting through Declan's verbal attack and avoiding further tragedy!"

A system? Is this the advantage of my rebirth?

"What does the Pain Transfer System mean?" I asked mentally.

"As the name suggests, I can help transfer the pain of symptoms. When it activates in you, it means that for every patient you successfully treat, their past pains will transfer to the male lead, Declan."

I nodded. Declan's in for some serious discomfort.

But I quickly caught onto a term—"male lead." The system said Declan was the male lead. Was my world part of a novel?

"Correct, host. You live in the book 'The CEO's Sweet Naive Wife,' where Nora is the female lead, and Declan is the male lead."

The system briefly explained the book's content. I was amazed.

"Due to your death, Declan and Nora's character settings collapsed, so City Hall gave you a chance to be reborn with a system."

I understood. In simple terms, this rebirth was my chance for revenge.

Reflecting on my past life, Declan bore a grudge against me, hiring thugs to cause trouble at the hospital and attributing numerous false medical incidents to me. I worked tirelessly to gather evidence and refute the claims.

Even when resolved, the leaders still doubted me. Numerous external exchange projects no longer bore my name. I was excluded from major lectures, and Declan's people replaced me in positions I worked hard to attain.

I thought, as long as I could still work, it was enough.

I couldn't fight a wealthy heir. I apologized!

I sincerely sought out Declan to apologize.

But he remained aloof, saying simply, "So, who are you?"

I thought the matter was over. But soon after settling into work, Declan's people accused me of stealing hospital drugs and being morally corrupt!

I was dismissed, and no hospital dared hire me.

I lived in a daze. My parents felt heartbroken, hugging me tightly, saying, "It's okay! If the sky falls, your parents will hold it up!"

But I didn't expect Declan to spare even my parents!

Nora accused my mom of stealing her jewelry. Though evidence was lacking, her status led the police to sentence my mom.

Dad went to visit, only to return with a small box.

I had never seen Dad so defeated. It was all my fault. If not for me, Mom wouldn't have died. I cried until I couldn't speak.

Dad gently held me, patting my back.

Soon after, I received news of Dad's death. He had a car accident while driving, dying on the spot.

I almost fainted. I put down the pancake I was making and grabbed a taxi straight to the scene.

My loving dad stayed forever in that car, covered in blood, unable to hug and comfort me anymore.

The car he drove was familiar—the one Declan often rode!

Declan again!

I yelled, "Isn't this enough?! After all this, what more do you want? Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"Host?"