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I am trapped, ensnared in a nightmarish loop that repeats endlessly. Each time I awaken, I am met with the cold lights of the operating room, the agonized groans of patients, and the despair of my own helplessness. To break this damned cycle, I can only return to that operating room time and again, assuming different identities in search of a glimmer of hope.
In the first cycle, I am an intern, nervously standing beside the Operating Table, striving to remember every step and every line of dialogue. The cold touch of the scalpel, the acrid scent of disinfectant, and the electronic sound of a patient’s heartbeat gradually fading are all etched deeply in my mind.
In the second cycle, I become a janitor, clad in cheap work attire, pushing a cleaning cart as I silently observe everything in the operating room. Like a humble ant hiding in a corner, I greedily capture every fragment of information, trying to piece together the shards of truth.
In the third and fourth cycles… I have played the roles of nurse, caregiver, and even family member of patients. Each time, I strive to immerse myself in my role, observing the surgical process from different angles. I discover that there are issues with key aspects of the surgery; it seems that the Anesthesia Dose is excessive and that instrument sterilization is insufficient. These subtle anomalies take root in my heart like seeds, gradually growing into towering trees that block out all sunlight.
I begin to thirst for medical knowledge, studying everything from basic anatomy to complex pharmacology. I wish I could cram every medical book into my brain. I must understand every detail and every step of the surgery to uncover the true cause of this tragedy.
During this process, I meet a kind nurse named Xiao Ai. She always smiles warmly, like a ray of sunshine on a winter day, warming my cold heart. She teaches me many things: how to give injections, how to change dressings, how to comfort family members. She cares for me like an older sister.
However, as the cycles continue, Xiao Ai gradually notices my odd behavior. My eyes often reflect confusion and anxiety; my actions grow increasingly peculiar. Yet she does not confront me; instead, she quietly observes me as if waiting for me to speak up.
In one cycle, I accidentally stumble upon Doctor Zhang meeting secretly with a Medical Representative in a corner of the hospital. They appear anxious as they converse in hushed tones. I catch snippets of words like "kickback" and "substandard drugs." My heart sinks—could it be that Doctor Zhang accepted kickbacks and used inferior drugs, leading to the surgical failures? This thought detonates in my mind like a bomb.
I began to doubt everyone and every detail.
In another cycle, I noticed that Doctor Li seemed to harbor a personal grudge against me. He always looked at me with a strange gaze, and his words carried a hint of hostility. Was Doctor Li deliberately seeking revenge on me?
My list of suspects grew longer, yet the truth became increasingly elusive. I felt like a traveler lost in a forest, unable to find my way or see any hope.
I was overwhelmed with fatigue and despair, but I couldn't give up. I had to keep searching, keep looping, until I uncovered the truth and broke this damned cycle, so that I could finally be free.
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