A Medical Examiner's Revenge Chapter 1

I had just received the "Outstanding Intern of the Year" award at City General Hospital when a former classmate of mine, Chloe, burst into the room accompanied by a swarm of police officers.

They surrounded me instantly.

Tears streamed down her face as she pointed a trembling finger at me:

"When I was in the OR last week, he took naked photos of me while I was unconscious under anesthesia, and he leaked them online!"

The room fell dead silent. Everyone stared at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

I tried to open my mouth to explain that I was a forensic pathology intern, working down in the morgue—I didn't even operate on living patients.

But the lead officer held up a stack of printed, highly explicit photographs.

"We’ve run the facial recognition. These photos are undeniably of Chloe."

The moment I saw the photos, everything clicked into place.

...

* * *

Inside the interrogation room at the precinct.

I sat across the metal table, watching Chloe sob hysterically. I kept my voice perfectly calm.

"Since you're so absolutely certain it was me, do you mind pulling up your surgical records from that day?"

Chloe's dramatic sobbing hitched for a second.

Then, she shrieked:

"Are you insane?! That is my private medical history!"

"Officer, don't listen to him! He's a sick pervert! He posted my nudes because he thought it was a thrill, and now he’s trying to dox my medical history!"

I stared at her face, twisted in a mask of aggressive, manufactured panic.

"You're the one who filed the police report. If you don't provide your surgical records to prove you were actually in an OR, how do we have 'undeniable evidence'?"

Detective Miller, the lead investigator, frowned deeply at my relaxed, composed demeanor.

But he nodded to a younger officer to pull up the hospital's database anyway.

A few minutes later, the records pinged on the officer's tablet.

Detective Miller narrowed his eyes, reading the screen, before looking up in sheer disbelief.

"The hospital logs show that last Wednesday, Chloe underwent a D&C procedure for a terminated pregnancy..."

"The logs do show that an intern was present for the entire procedure, but... the name isn't Ryan Miller."

Hearing that, the color drained from Chloe's face.

She stared at the tablet, violently shaking her head.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she grabbed the detective's arm desperately.

"His family practically owns that hospital! His dad is a major shareholder! He definitely hacked the system and deleted his name from the logs!"

"If you don't believe me, check his timecards! I swear to God, he was working at the hospital last Wednesday!"

Before I could even respond, the younger officer spun the tablet around.

"Detective, Ryan Miller was clocked in at the hospital last Wednesday. His timecard shows he was scheduled for a surgical procedure at the exact same time."

Detective Miller's face hardened as he glared at me.

"Who else was in the operating room with you that day?"

I shook my head.

"Just me."

I wasn't lying. The pathology department was severely understaffed. It was completely normal for an intern to handle a case solo.

Chloe jumped out of her chair, pointing accusingly.

"What kind of hospital lets an intern perform a surgery completely alone?! He's lying through his teeth! He’s just making up excuses for sneaking into my OR!"

"There are only six operating rooms on the third floor! If you check them one by one, you'll prove he was there!"

Detective Miller leaned across the table, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Ryan, you do realize that giving false statements to the police and tampering with medical records are felonies, right?"

I let out a heavy sigh and told them to pull the security footage from the third-floor surgical hallway for that entire day.

When the footage played on the monitor, the entire room held its breath.

From 8:00 AM to 6:00 PM, the cameras captured every single doctor, nurse, and orderly moving in and out of the surgical suites in crystal-clear HD.

I was nowhere on the tape.

Before Detective Miller could even speak, Chloe was already screaming, her eyes burning with vicious malice:

"What about camera blind spots?! What about the stairwells?! He probably snuck into my OR through a side door!"

"If he didn't do it, then explain where these photos came from!"

With that, she violently slapped the stack of printed, explicit photos onto the metal table.

When everyone in the room finally got a clear look at the images, a collective, horrifying gasp echoed through the room.

Because the photos weren't just nudes. They were incredibly graphic, clinical, close-up shots of naked human body parts.

"Ryan, you sick freak! You didn't just take these, you saved them to a hidden album on your phone! Are you absolutely disgusting?!"

"Every single one of these photos can be traced back to your device! Are you really going to sit there and deny it?!"

My breath hitched in my throat.

Because those photos... I had personally taken every single one of them.