In my previous life, my boyfriend's younger sister came to the CT room for a check-up.

As always, I asked the routine questions about whether she was pregnant or planning to be within the next six months. After all, CT scans involve radiation. It could harm the fetus.

She had confidently said no.

However, when I handed her the consent form to sign, her face suddenly changed. She immediately pulled out her phone and called my boyfriend, claiming I was putting on airs and making things difficult for her.

Soon after, my boyfriend called me.

“Don’t make things difficult with my sister over something so trivial. You’re putting me in the middle. I swear on my life she’s not pregnant!”

Trusting him, I skipped the consent form and went ahead with the scan. However, the results clearly showed she was pregnant, and not just newly.

His family dragged me into court. I lost everything, buried under debt.

In the end, I died from the scorching heat while hauling bricks at a construction site.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day his sister came in for her check-up.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up."

The familiar voice gave me a jolt.

Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn?

Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand.

My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance.

I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart.

In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

That was how I ended up trusting them.

"Mira, you’re here. Why didn’t you give me a heads-up first?

"We’re family, aren’t we? No need to waste money on a check-up. Just take this form back to the clinic and get a refund.

"I’ll do the check-up for you later for free."

The moment I said “free”, Mira’s eyes lit up.

"Perfect! Thanks, Emily!" She snatched the form from my hands and walked out.

I watched her back as she left, then immediately pulled out my phone and called the director to submit my resignation.

This time, I wouldn’t leave any room for accidents.

By the time noon rolled around, I was done with my shift. Mira finally came back to the CT room, drenched in sweat.

"Emily, your hospital is ridiculous. Getting that refund was such a hassle.

“I had to run from one department to another all morning.

"Good thing you’re still here. You can do my check-up now, right?"

I just shrugged off my white coat.

"Let’s do it later. It’s my lunch break, and I’m starving.”

"What? How can you be like this? I ran around for hours because of you!"

The moment I refused, her sweet facade cracked.

"Don’t be mad! How about I take you out for lunch?"

"Fine. But you’d better be ready. I’m going to make you pay!"

"Deal. And call your brother to come. Let’s have a meal together."

I picked to eat at a seafood boil.

As soon as the dishes were served, I called them over to eat.

"Cody, grab a couple of crabs for Mira. She’s too far to reach them."

Cody’s hand had already stretched out, but the moment Mira gave two little coughs, he quickly pulled it back.

"Thanks, Emily, but I don’t like crab."

"I remember you couldn’t stop talking about how much you wanted crab just last year. Do you not like it, or you can’t eat it?"

The question made them both freeze. Their guilty expressions, especially Cody’s, made me smirk inside.

I remembered in my past life, Cody swore on his life that his sister couldn’t possibly be pregnant.

That was the only reason I agreed to run the test for Mira. Even when the whole thing blew up in court, he insisted he hadn’t known.

This dinner was my test to see if he had known all along. And clearly, he had.

He’d been lying to me all along!

I gripped the jug of water tightly, barely restraining myself from pouring the ice-cold water over their faces.

"Of course it is because I don’t like crab.”

"Then I must’ve remembered wrong. Have some more shrimp instead, then." I let the topic drop with a calm smile, as if nothing had happened.

Once everyone was nearly done eating, I headed to the counter to pay, but the waiter stopped me.

"That gentleman already paid your bill."

I followed the direction of the waiter’s finger and spotted a familiar face.

It was Noah, my childhood friend.

In my past life, Noah had only met Cody once before he said, "Emily, what are you thinking? After all this time, you picked him?

“He’s obviously unreliable. If you’re going to date anyone, you’d be better off with me!"

However, I was blinded by love back then and refused to hear a single bad word about Cody. I fought with Noah so badly that we ended up cutting ties completely.

This time, I hurried over to Noah and whispered in his ear, "Help me out here. Just follow my lead!"

I pulled him over to stand in front of the siblings.

"Cody, let’s break up. I’ve found someone new."

Right on cue, Noah slung his arm over my shoulder.

Cody’s face twisted with anger, ready to lash out. However, when he realized Noah was a full head taller than him, he backed down and muttered, "Fine."

Behind us, Mira panicked and shouted, "Emily! Wait, don’t go yet! You still owe me that check-up!"

I acted as if I hadn’t heard a thing.

However, I celebrated too soon. People like her, who were disgusting, clingy, and shameless, did not let go so easily.

At four in the morning, the department head called me.

"Emily, did you have a pregnant woman go through a CT scan yesterday morning?"

I was half-asleep when the call jolted me awake.

I pinched my arm hard, trying to stay calm.

"Director! I swear I didn’t!"

"I believe you. You’re not the type to commit such a rookie error. But check your phone. A pregnant woman just filed a complaint against you.

"The hospital is treating this very seriously. So be on your phone 24/7."

I immediately opened the social media, and the very first video staring back at me was Mira.

She held up her ID, her face deadly serious.

"My name is Mira, and I’m filing a public complaint against Emily Quint, a radiologist at St. Mary’s General Hospital in Westbridge.

“Yesterday, I went in for abdominal pain. She failed to inform me that pregnant women should not undergo radiology exams. Because of her negligence, the child I’ve been waiting for now has to be aborted. Otherwise, there’s a high risk that the baby would be born disabled.

“I demand two million dollars in emotional damages."

The video had gone up at nine last night. By now, it already had over a million likes and shares.

I opened the comments section. Netizens were furious, all siding with her and demanding justice.

Though a few of my former patients tried to defend me.

[When I went to Dr. Quint for an exam, she was very thoughtful. She even gave me extra shielding because she knew I’d had thyroid surgery.]

[Are you sure you’ve got the right person? When I went in, the first thing she asked was whether I was pregnant or trying to get pregnant.]

However, Mira had replied under each of those comments with the same line.

[How much did she pay you to say that? Don’t you feel guilty making dirty money?]

The hospital’s official website even posted a statement saying they’d investigate and give Mira a formal response as soon as possible.

However, Mira wasn’t buying it and fired back in the comments.

[I want Emily to compensate me now! Immediately!

[Everyone knows hospitals are full of insiders covering for each other. You’re all in on it! Don’t think you can stall until this blows over!]

Her followers echoed her words. Then one comment exploded across the feed.

[My sister works at this hospital. I won’t say which department, but she told me that Emily already handed in her resignation yesterday morning.]

[This woman’s guilty! She’s running away!]

That was the last straw.

I went straight to Mira’s account and commented, [You claim I gave you this exam? Then show actual evidence. Without proof, you’re just chasing clout and stirring up conflict between doctors and patients!]

Almost instantly, Mira’s noisy posts across platforms went silent.

An hour later, she finally replied to my comment.

[I’m not falling into your trap. Why should I hand over evidence just because you demand it?]

Public opinion began to shift. Netizens mocked her beneath the reply.

[You’re the one accusing her. If you don’t produce evidence, who should?]

When I refreshed the page again, her reply to me had already been deleted.

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later.

[Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]