Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Victim Ghost continued, “The hospital compensated the money, hoping to settle the matter and prevent Synjin from causing further trouble. He was truly relentless...” She recounted how Synjin had moved his wife's lifeless body and placed it at the hospital's entrance, his voice filled with emotion and tears. He believed wholeheartedly that it was the incompetence of the doctors that had led to her death, and his genuine display of emotions had a profound impact.

“According to reason, there shouldn't have been any compensation. By compensating, it indirectly acknowledges that the hospital was at fault.” The hospital itself didn’t have much to worry about, but on a personal level, the pressure was immense.

“People who don’t know the whole story truly believe it was a medical malpractice, my fault.” Victim Ghost let out a bitter smile, reminiscing about the darkest two months of her life.

It was a darkness that made her constantly question herself, wondering if she had made a mistake and if her career in medicine held any meaning.

Unlucky Ghost sighed, “So, did you commit suicide then?” To her surprise, Victim Ghost shook her head and chuckled, “No, haha... it's quite a story.” “The stress got to me, and | couldn’t adjust my mindset properly. | would stay awake all night, and during the day, | had to work at a high intensity.” “Logically, I should have been able to fall asleep easily due to exhaustion, but the more tired | became, the more | struggled to sleep.” The intensity was nearly unbearable, something few people could endure. It eventually led to her sudden death while at her workstation.

“And that’s how it happened,” Victim Ghost shrugged.

She seemed to lighten up a bit as she spoke, but Lilly felt a heavy weight in her heart.

“Was it because you couldn't accept your death afterward, or because you couldn’t understand it? Did these lingering thoughts turn you into a malignant spirit?” Victim Ghost shook her head, “No, not really. It's funny, but at the time, | had a critically ill patient in my care.” In the days leading up to her death, she didn’t think much about herself. She focused on how to treat the patient, how to fight the infection, and which medications to use.

Even after her death, she couldn't snap out of it and kept thinking about how to fight the infection, how to administer the medications...

By the time she came to her senses, she had been dead for several days, well past her departure time...

“I died while still at my workstation, right in front of the computer. There were a few medical records left unfinished.” “After completing the records, new patients were admitted on the computer. | continued to look at them, continuing to think about their treatment.” It became a habit, and she became a bit numb. The longer she stayed, the less she wanted to leave. And so, she remained there for over a decade.

“Perhaps it was an obsession, but | don’t even know what that obsession was.” Looking back, all she felt was emptiness in her mind.

She had planned to return home, but after over a decade had passed, her parents were no longer there, and she didn’t know where to go.

She wandered the streets and happened to witness Johnny issuing a parking ticket to a luxury car parked illegally.

The car's owner was wealthy and, without any hesitation, he spat at Johnny and tossed a few banknotes at him.

[Damn traffic cop, all you want is money? Here you go!”] Without caring about any consequences, he revved his engine and drove off, knocking Johnny several meters away.

“He also had a tough time. In a situation like this, the responsibility should have fallen on that person, and he should have been detained.” “But in this small place, connections matter even more, and that driver had connections.” Instead of being punished, he made Johnny write a self-critique.

“That's when | attached myself to him,” Victim Ghost sighed. “I didn’t want to harm anyone; | just felt a sense of empathy.” Lilly didn’t say much but suddenly asked, “Victim Ghost, do you regret becoming a doctor?” Victim Ghost paused, remaining silent for a long time...

The Harem Spirit thought to herself that she must regret it. After finally becoming a legitimate doctor, she faced various injustices. She dedicated herself to the patients but didn’t receive any good outcomes. If it were her, she would regret it.

However, to her surprise, Victim Ghost shook her head and said, “No regrets.” Even though the salary was abysmal and patients often didn’t understand her.

Even with the hospital's bureaucracy and having to comply with certain rules and regulations, compromising was sometimes necessary.

But Victim Ghost had no regrets.

“The first time | saved a patient was during my rotation in the emergency department,” she said.

“It was a patient who had fallen into the water and went into shock. When they brought him in, he had no signs of breathing or a heartbeat. Even the attending physician thought there was no hope.” “I had just graduated at the time, full of youthful arrogance. Maybe | had watched too much TV... | believed in miracles.” She seemed a bit adolescent, stubbornly performing CPR on him. She persisted for over ten minutes, going from believing in miracles to gradually feeling despair. But then, miraculously, the patient came back to life.

“You can’t understand that feeling,” Victim Ghost’s eyes shimmered with tears. “The feeling of saving someone's life!” It was hope arising suddenly from despair, like the sun rising after the darkest hour of dawn.

It was enough to warm and touch a person's heart.

Since that moment, she had been firm in her conviction: to save more people, help the dying, and heal the injured! “The patient's family knelt before me, crying and thanking me,” Victim Ghost spoke, her eyes still teary. “I can't put it into words...” She couldn't describe the profound impact and emotion she felt at that moment.

She had saved a life! Throughout her brief years as a doctor, she cured countless patients and resuscitated several critically ill ones.

“One time, an intern asked our department head, ‘What makes a doctor?” “Our head said, ‘A doctor is someone who dares to challenge the Ruler of Hell for a person.” “While the Ruler of Hell claims a life at midnight, we dare to keep them until dawn or even snatch them back.” Victim Ghost burst into laughter, wiping away the tears in her eyes.

“So, when you ask me if | have any regrets, even though the last two months were the darkest period of my life, | still have no regrets.” “Even if | continue for another ten or twenty years, experiencing even more disheartening situations, | won't regret it.” And she believed that most of her colleagues wouldn't regret it either. Despite complaints, anger, and tears, they wouldn't regret it.

The sense of accomplishment from saving a life was enough to heal all the past darkness that lingered in their hearts.

These missions and beliefs were what led them to choose this profession and stay committed to it, forever unyielding.

At that moment, Victim Ghost seemed to emit a radiant light.

Lilly was a bit dazed.

Challenging the Ruler of Hell to save a person...

She raised her hand and gently tapped Victim Ghost on the forehead, wearing a wide smile. “Then you've won!” “You're amazing!” Victim Ghost froze...