Chapter 2

"The patient started hemorrhaging suddenly just now, and our great Dr. Bennett froze completely. Thank God Dylan was there, or we would've been in serious trouble."

"And he still calls himself a top surgeon—isn't he embarrassed? Always putting on that high-and-mighty act. Well, now that we have a genius like Dylan for comparison, how can he even show his face in the operating room anymore?"

The familiar mocking voices pulled me back to reality. That's when I realized—I had been reborn.

I ignored their taunts and headed straight to neurology for a full physical examination.

The results showed I was completely normal.

I suspected the problem lay with Dylan.

To test my theory, I immediately took another surgery, but this time I refused to let Dylan into the operating room with me.

The surgery began smoothly, but at the most critical moment, my body lost control again.

And just then, as if he had somehow known in advance, Dylan rushed in and completed the rest of the surgery.

After leaving the operating room, Deputy Director Marcus called me into his office and spoke to me with heartfelt concern.

"Bennett, have you been overworking yourself lately? How about I give you a few days off to rest?"

"Don't worry about the hospital. I think that young man Dylan is quite capable—he's done beautifully on these last few surgeries."

"You're not getting any younger. Maybe you should consider stepping back to a less demanding position."

I looked at the deputy director in disbelief—my mentor, the man who should know my abilities best. Even he didn't trust me anymore?

My eyes instantly reddened.

"Professor, even you don't believe in my skills anymore?"

Seeing my reaction, the deputy director sighed deeply.

"You're my student. Of course I know what you're capable of."

"But based on your recent performance, I think it's time for you to step down."

I left the director's office in a daze and returned to the surgical department.

Everyone was gathered around Dylan, asking him about emergency solutions for unexpected complications during surgery.

And he generously shared his knowledge, holding nothing back.

But what he was saying—it was all experience I had accumulated over the years.

How was this possible? This knowledge came from my own summary of over a thousand surgeries. I had never systematically taught it to anyone.

Everyone kept exclaiming with admiration.

"Dylan, you really are a legendary medical genius. You've only been in a few surgeries, yet you can think of so many emergency protocols and execute them so well. Is this just the difference between people?"

At that moment, my wife Victoria spotted me through the crowd and pulled her lips into a mocking smile.

"Dylan is a true genius—unlike certain people who've done so many surgeries yet still get paralyzed with fear during major hemorrhaging. I don't know how they have the nerve to call themselves a top surgeon."

Dylan followed her gaze to me, his eyes flashing with undisguised satisfaction.

"Victoria, don't talk about Bennett like that. He's your husband, after all."

"I came here to learn from Dr. Bennett, not to compete with him. Since I have a natural talent for surgery, I should use it properly to save more patients."

His words earned a chorus of praise and approval.

At first, everyone had been skeptical of Dylan's genius, but after he repeatedly rescued critical situations with perfect surgical execution, they gradually became convinced.

Even the hospital administration valued him highly and made him a priority for development.

He became the miracle doctor everyone competed to work with.

My wife and colleagues, who used to revolve around me, all abandoned me to fawn over Dylan instead.

I could understand why. In this situation, aligning with Dylan would easily get them more resources and rewards.

"Dylan, you're too generous! Bennett can't even compare to you. In the last surgery, he was afraid you'd steal his spotlight, so he deliberately kept you out of the operating room. In the end, you still had to clean up his mess."

"Exactly. Whenever I ask him anything, he never answers. He just says he can only teach during actual surgery. I think he just doesn't know and is making excuses."

"Dylan, you're the future hope of our surgical department. We're counting on you."