The power outage lasted a long time, so long that I thought the hospital had forgotten about us.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the visiting parents were already waiting outside.

They saw the darkness inside through the visiting window and shouted anxiously.

"What's going on? It's always bright when we come to see the kids, why is it so dark today? Is there a power outage?"

"Don't scare me. Are the kids okay? I had the baby through IVF. I'd die if anything happened to him!"

"Why don't we break down the door and push the children out along with the incubators? There's electricity outside, maybe they can survive if we push them out!"

The parents were frantic, and they all agreed to this suggestion.

Just as they were about to break the door down, I opened it from the inside.

"Dr. Luther, there you are. Thank goodness. With you here, we feel much better."

"That's right. I told you not to do anything rash. Dr. Luther is a very responsible doctor. We can entrust our children to her."

"Dr. Luther, can we go in to see the children now? It's been a week, I want to see how he's doing..."

Several parents' eyes turned teary. Nearly all the children who were sent here were facing life-threatening situations.

The weekly visiting day had become the parents' only hope.

I was about to say something when a person squeezed out of the crowd and pointed at me accusingly.

"Even though you're my mother, I'm not gonna defend you today. What kind of evil doctor are you, watching the patients freeze to death during a power outage?! You said you would wait for all of them to die and drag me down with you. Not only are you letting me down, you're also letting down the white coat you're wearing!"

Shawn glared at me as if he were looking at a sworn enemy, determined not to let me get away with what I did..

He was my son. With him accusing me, the parents instantly exploded with emotion.

Some mothers couldn't bear the shock; their legs weakened, and they collapsed to the floor and wailed.

The fathers clenched their fists, trying to restrain themselves. They looked like they wanted to beat me to death on the spot.

Some who were quick to react had already run past me and were smashing the PICU door, hoping to rush in to save their children.

But it was an airtight steel door, and no one but me could open it.

Right then, I saw a figure join the crowd.

It was my husband, Ian Giddey.

Good. He was finally here.

In my previous life, if I hadn't drunk the tea he prepared for me, I wouldn't have slept so soundly, and the children wouldn't have died so mysteriously.

All the things I couldn't understand before had become clues now.

Since they wouldn’t let me off the hook, I might as well escalate the situation further.

I crossed my arms and said in an extremely indifferent tone, "There are over 100 children in the PICU. Who should I have saved first and who should I have saved last? I'm not a superwoman. I can't push all the children out at once. Since I can't push them all out, the children who are left behind will die. Which of you is willing to have your own child left behind?"

This was actually what I wanted to say in my previous life.

Back then, I used all my strength to connect all the backup power supplies. Each power supply weighed dozens of pounds. After I was done, I collapsed on the chair, completely exhausted.

But when I saw the children breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully, I felt that it was all worth it.

However, when I woke up, everyone was blaming me for freezing the children to death.

Even the parents who had always trusted me wouldn't listen to my explanation.

They dragged me into an alley, then beat me up and yelled at me for ten hours until I died.

As a doctor, I never expected gratitude, but since they wouldn’t believe me anyway, I couldn't be bothered explaining.

Hearing what I said, the parents could no longer remain calm.

Their faces flushed red, they approached me slowly with the same momentum as when they beat me to death in my previous life.

Ian felt that the time was ripe. He stepped forward and slapped me.

"Joyce, you're the head of pediatrics. How could you do such a thing? Shawn exposed you even though he's your son, yet you still argue that you did nothing wrong? Aren’t you afraid the children will come back as vengeful spirits to haunt you? None of the parents want their children to be harmed, but if you had saved a few, at least it showed that you tried! But now, look at you with your indifferent attitude. Where has your conscience gone?"

The way he and Shawn glared at me was exactly the same. I held my face and remained silent, quietly watching what other tricks they had up their sleeves.

After Ian finished speaking, he gave Shawn a look and motioned for him to play the video on his phone.

In the video, I looked like a madwoman, roaring, complaining, and cursing.

"There are so many sick children every day. I'm so tired that my body hurts!"

"These premature and severely-ill children don't deserve to live! They're wasting medical resources and should just be euthanized!"

"They keep crying and crying, it's so annoying. I'll kill them all sooner or later!"

After Shawn posted this video on social media in my previous life, the parents were so enraged that they lost their rationality.

They used sticks, iron bars, and stones to torture me for ten hours until I drew my last breath!

Thinking of this, I trembled with anger and looked up at the Giddey family.

Ian couldn't mask the smile in his eyes, though he maintained a facade of righteousness.

"Joyce, we've been married for 25 years, but I've never realized you were such a cold-blooded woman! The entire hospital was fine, only the PICU where you're on duty had a power outage for several hours. If you didn't do it, who did?"

Shawn played along. "I'm ashamed to have a mother like you! You caused over 100 deaths! You deserve to be tortured to death!"

They incited the parents' emotions, and the parents all turned red-eyed, like man-eating wolves.

"You monster! I thought of you as my child's savior! Are you even human? How could you do this to the young children?"

"You're simply a devil! I was 40 years old when I had this child. You've ruined our family!"

"We heard that you're a better doctor than the ones in our city, so we traveled hundreds of miles to send our daughter here, but you killed her. I'm going to kill you!"

The parents who were smashing the door also turned around and advanced on me fiercely.

Right then, a stern shout was heard.

"Stop!"

Everyone froze and looked towards the source of the voice.

Five policemen walked over.

"We received a report that someone was abusing their position to murder children in the PICU. Which one of you is Joyce Luther? Come with us."

The parents pointed at me with trembling hands while yelling:

"This is the murderer! Shoot her, officers!"

"Beat this scumbag to death to avenge our children!"

"Beat her to death!"

-

What a familiar scene. In my previous life, the police came not long after I woke up.

Everything felt like a series of traps, pushing me down to the depths of hell one step at a time.

After taking a few deep breaths, I calmly looked at the police officer who was speaking.

"I didn't kill anyone, accidentally or deliberately. A claim like that requires evidence. Without evidence, it's slander, and I will hold anyone who accuses me accountable."

Ian snorted coldly and turned to the police.

"Officer, I'm the one who reported the crime. I'm her husband, Ian Giddey, and also a doctor at this hospital. I have evidence to prove that she murdered over 100 children in the PICU!"

After hearing that, the officers instantly became alert. They asked nervously, "Over 100 children? That's a really serious accusation. If you make an accusation like that without evidence, you'll be held legally responsible!"

Ian nodded hard. "The PICU has always had an independent power supply. Even if the entire hospital has a power outage, the PICU won't. But last night, the power here was cut off for several hours. Someone must have done something. If you investigate, you'll find Joyce's fingerprints on the power supply!"

His confident statement caused even greater commotion among the parents.

If the police hadn't stopped them, they probably would have torn me to pieces.

I retreated behind the police and calmly stated, "If you beat me to death now, you'll never know who tried to harm your children."

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of my husband and son but they stubbornly yelled.

"The evidence is right in front of us, yet you're still trying to deny it? You might as well turn yourself in and try to get leniency!"

"Officers, I know my mom, she'll never repent. Hurry up and take her away!"

The parents who had hesitated after hearing what I said cried out again.

"My poor son is only three months old, and he was frozen to death by this monster. He hasn't even had a sip of breast milk..."

"Officers, my daughter has leukemia. We were planning to take her to the park today to take pictures and fulfill her wish, but now it's too late..."

"There were so many children, how loud must they have cried last night? We want this scumbag to pay for the children's lives! Even dying a hundred times is not enough! It's not enough..."

The officer frowned, "Since so many people are accusing you, we'll have to ask you to come with us for now. We can only let you go after the investigation."

As he said that, he tried to handcuff me, but I calmly withdrew my hands.

"I said I didn't kill anyone."

I turned around and pressed my finger on the door's fingerprint lock.

The moment the airtight door opened, I couldn't help but smile. I had been waiting for this moment.