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.]

The post included everything from copies of the hospital’s exam orders, the scans, and the diagnosis results.

Even a photo of the exact moment she handed me that order in the imaging department.

Worst of all, there was a full video recording of me performing the scan on Mira from start to finish.

A chill ran down my spine, as if I’d been dragged straight back to my previous life.

I replayed it again and again, zooming in, slowing it down, but there wasn’t a single flaw.

I tossed the phone aside in panic. Even though the sun was blazing outside, I felt so cold that my body trembled.

Ten minutes later, another notification buzzed on my phone.

Mira had posted a new video.

This time, Cody appeared with her.

Right as it began, Cody broke down crying on camera.

"I let my sister down. It’s my fault that she lost her baby.

“Emily and I were in a relationship. We never got married, but we’d been trying to conceive for a while. Then, when my sister found out she was pregnant, I was thrilled. But Emily didn’t look happy at all.

“I never imagined her jealousy would go this far. In order to make Mira lose her child, she advised her to get a CT scan. She even insisted over and over that it was safe. We trusted her. She’s the professional, after all.

“Even though she hurt my sister, I still tried to protect her. That’s why these records are only coming out now. Please stop attacking my sister. Don’t let the real culprit walk free!

"Everything I’ve said here is the truth. I swear it on my life!"

Someone in the comments asked, [Then why release the evidence now?]

Cody replied, "Because she cheated on me."

Furious, I grabbed my phone, ready to fire back at his nonsense. However, after a moment’s hesitation, I set it back down.

An hour later, the story had hit number one on trending.

The comments were brutal.

[This is basically murder, isn’t it?!]

[She’s still allowed to be a doctor? What a monster!]

[Why hasn’t she been locked up already? Get her off the streets before she hurts someone else!]

The scandal exploded. Because I refused to make a public appearance, the situation only escalated.

It got so big that media outlets swarmed. Reporters and police showed up at my door, along with Mira and her family.

The moment she walked in, Mira grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face.

Cody stood with his phone held, livestreaming everything.

Viewers online cheered at the sight of me getting hit, clapping and flooding the chat.

The police rushed forward, pulling Mira back and telling her to calm down. "If you have something to say, use your words. Don’t get physical."

However, she wouldn’t listen. She dropped to the floor with a thud, throwing a full-blown tantrum.

"Pay up! If you don’t compensate me today, I’m not leaving this house!

"See these cops? They’re on my side. If you don’t hand over the money, I’ll have them drag you straight to prison for life!"

The officers and reporters squatted down, trying to talk sense into her. "We understand you’re upset, but please stand up. Let’s talk this out properly."

Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!"

"I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?!

"And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!"

That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune.

When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

The audience praised her, calling her fearless for daring to strike a reporter. Mira raised her chin smugly.

"What’s the big deal? Push me far enough, and I’ll even hit the cops."

The arrogance in her voice was shocking.

Cody kept shooting her warning looks, but she ignored them completely.

That’s when I finally spoke, steady and calm. "I also have evidence to prove my innocence."

The chaotic scene instantly fell quiet.

Mira sneered.

"What evidence? If you’ve got something, let’s see it right now!"

"Then come with me to the hospital."