My Sister Died on the Mistress' Operating Table

My sister was in a car accident, and the first person I called was my husband — a renowned surgeon.

He promised me he would operate on her himself.

But when we reached the operating room, I watched in disbelief as he handed the scalpel to his intern, Ivy Marchand — a girl who hadn’t even graduated yet — and then walked off to the corner to revise her thesis.

“Teacher,” Ivy’s voice trembled as she froze mid-surgery, “I-I accidentally cut into the patient’s brain while opening the skull. The bleeding won’t stop. What should I do?”