How to Send Them to Hell Chapter 2

In my previous life, John and I got together through Dr. Mendez’s matchmaking. His family was fairly ordinary, but he seemed ambitious enough. We’d been dating for almost a year, and I hadn’t let him touch me. John said he respected my wishes. But after I died, I learned that he had secretly been involved with Chelsea for a long time.

I had a wonderful, undisturbed sleep at home. The next morning, before I left, I made sure to change the passcode on my smart lock. After that, I headed to the hospital with my phone.

As soon as I put on my scrubs, I ran into Chelsea in the ward hallway.

“Well, well! Your complexion is still so good after working all night? What skincare do you use? Recommend some to me, won’t you?” Chelsea asked, her tone dripping with passive aggression.

I ignored her.

Chelsea sneered. “Did you see the trending news this morning? That patient from yesterday is Julian Vance, the actor who just won the Golden Globe, you know?” She leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “The hospital entrance is swarming with fans right now. If anything happens to Julian, those fans could storm in and tear us apart…” She paused, then continued, her voice heavy with insinuation, “So, you know, when you’re looking after Julian, you have to be extra careful. One mistake, and no one can handle the consequences.”

Chelsea’s words were laced with veiled accusations, as if she already knew Julian would suffer a setback. In my previous life, she’d said something similar, but I hadn’t paid attention then. Thinking back now, Julian’s medical emergency definitely had something to do with Chelsea.

As I pondered this, the hospital alarm suddenly blared. Julian Vance had suffered a massive hemorrhage and fallen into a coma! Just like in my previous life, everyone from all departments in the hospital sprang into action, rushing towards the ICU. Chelsea also looked incredibly frantic as she followed the resuscitation team into the ICU, but she and Dr. Mendez came out shortly after.

At the same time, Julian’s agent, his parents, and even his fan club president, having heard the news that Julian was critical, were all blocking the entrance to the ER ICU.

“What’s going on?! He was stable yesterday, wasn’t he?! What’s happening now?!”

“Yesterday, your hospital guaranteed there were no issues! Now he’s critical! You have to explain yourselves!”

Dr. Mendez stood at the front, his face grim. “He was stabilized yesterday, and his vital signs were trending towards stable, but overnight, he suddenly…”

Before he could finish, Julian’s parents interrupted him. “God help us! If anything happens to our son, your hospital will be held fully responsible!”

Dr. Mendez’s face grew even darker. As everyone descended into chaos, Chelsea glanced at me and said, almost too casually, “Chloe was on duty guarding Julian last night. Just now, he suffered a massive hemorrhage, accompanied by high fever and inflammation. Fever reducers and anti-inflammatories are supposed to be given every three hours. If they were given on time, none of these complications should have arisen…” She paused, letting her words hang in the air, then continued, “Unless the on-duty nurse didn’t give the medication on time, that’s the only way these complications would appear.”

With that, Chelsea took a deep breath, staring directly at me. “Chloe, you have absolutely no medical ethics! I know you always sneak off to the hallway to play on your phone during your shifts…” Her voice rose, carrying to everyone present. “But that was a living, breathing human life! How could you be so negligent?!”

Chelsea didn’t directly accuse me. But those two sentences gave away all the necessary information, turning everyone’s outrage towards me. The nurse I’d swapped shifts with had already gone home. And Chelsea and Nurse Kelly were both on rotation today, so no one knew I wasn’t the one who had watched Julian last night.

“What?! You were playing on your phone while looking after a patient?!” Julian’s parents’ voices instantly rose. His agent, too, seemed to have found a loophole. “I’m suing this hospital! You’ll pay for this, especially you! If anything happens to Julian, I’ll make sure you suffer!” He glared at me, as if he wanted to devour me whole.

I was about to protest. At that crucial moment, my fiancé, John Hayes, the ER Assistant Chief Physician, also emerged from the ICU. He pulled down his mask. “The patient has gone into shock. He’s not going to make it.”

At the news that Julian was critical, his parents, agent, and fan club president all turned ashen.