Reborn Nurse Manager: Searing The Scalpel of Truth

Tags: Road to Hell, Scheming Nurse, Framed, Rebirth & Revenge A bubbly new intern joined our hospital, always eager to “help.” Except she constantly messed up. Wrong medications, incorrect charts, mixing up critical allergy alerts. After several patient complaints piled up, I quietly pulled her aside and advised her to focus solely on her assigned duties. She resented me for it ever since. Not long after her sister-in-law gave birth, she pretended she was bursting for the restroom and begged me to hold the baby. The second I took the bundle, she burst into theatrical tears. “Nurse Manager, I can take you bullying and sidelining me at work, but how could you murder my nephew?!” Only then did I realize the horrific truth—the bundle in my arms was already a dead newborn. Her sister-in-law lunged forward, beating and screaming at me: “You barren bitch! You’re just jealous because you can’t get pregnant! Pay me back for seven years of fertility treatments!” My husband, the head of pediatrics, stood right beside intern Chloe Vance, staring at me with pure disgust. “Serena, the only child that deserved to die is the one inside a monster like you!” Except… I really was pregnant. Curled into a ball under the fury of the mob, I desperately protected my abdomen with both hands as blood pooled between my thighs. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact second Chloe Vance tried to hand me the dead baby. “Nurse Manager! I drank way too much water and I really need to pee. Please, could you just hold the baby for a second?” Chloe cradled a tightly wrapped infant, looking at me with frantic, pleading eyes. As she spoke, she moved to shove the bundle straight into my arms. The fog in my mind vanished instantly. Pure instinct took over, and I took a sharp step back before she could brush a single fiber of my uniform. Chloe froze mid-motion, immediately turning accusatory. “Why did you back away?! If my nephew fell, could you ever take responsibility for that?!” I brushed nonexistent dust off my scrubs and answered coolly, “I don’t recall agreeing to hold that baby.” “Who gave you permission to dump a newborn on me without consent? What exactly are you playing at?” Unaccustomed to seeing the usually agreeable nurse manager push back so coldly, Chloe’s face flashed with visible panic. “I really can’t hold it anymore! Can’t you even help with something this tiny?!” In my past life, she had used that exact same desperate, tearful tone. Handling a newborn always demands caution. I hadn’t wanted to get involved back then, but seeing how desperate she seemed, my heart softened, and I took him. The moment the bundle rested in my arms, I noticed how unnaturally quiet the infant was. When I pulled back the blanket covering his face, a limp, bluish little face met my eyes. He had already lost all vital signs! Yet before I could even process the horror, Chloe, who had looked ready to pee her pants just a second earlier, tore her throat open and shrieked down the corridor: “Someone help! The nurse manager just killed a baby!” Staring at Chloe’s impatient, fidgeting posture right now, I sneered inwardly. I knew her sister-in-law had a weak constitution and struggled for years with infertility. To carry a child to term, she spent seven agonizing years enduring endless hormone injections and bed rest. When she finally delivered this miracle boy, she treated him like delicate spun glass. Now the baby had died under Chloe’s watch. She was terrified of facing her family’s wrath, so she desperately needed a scapegoat. I glanced up at the security camera mounted in the hallway and spoke flatly. “I believe I made it clear: whatever task you take on, you see it through from start to finish.” “No handing off patients to other staff to avoid confusion or protocol breaches. Did my words just go in one ear and out the other?” Chloe was practically vibrating with irritation when her eyes suddenly lit up at someone behind me. “Dr. Miller!” My spine stiffened. A moment later, my husband’s familiar frame brushed past me without a pause, stopping right in front of Chloe. His tone dripped with fond indulgence. “Well, look at our hospital’s little ray of sunshine. What kind of mess did you stumble into today, Chloe?” Chloe stamped her foot playfully. “Dr. Miller, stop teasing me!” She threw a sideways, tearful glance at me. “Though… I must have done something awful to offend Nurse Manager Serena. She won’t even hold the baby for a second so I can use the restroom.” Only then did Logan Miller seem to register my presence. A flicker of awkwardness crossed his face. Still, in front of Chloe, he instantly knit his brows and scolded me. “Serena, why are you being so petty with an intern?” Recalling how, in my previous life, Logan had refused to hear a single word of my explanation before taking Chloe’s side, I let out a mocking laugh. “If you’re feeling so charitable, why don’t you hold the baby yourself?”Logan scowled. “Nursing duties are your department. Why should a doctor step in?” “You’re just being narrow-minded, intentionally picking on Chloe. Honestly, you don’t deserve to be nurse manager!” To think my husband, the chief of pediatric medicine, could utter such an unprofessional excuse. I looked at him with sheer contempt. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t know how fragile that newborn is?” “Besides, an intern should never have been assigned solo care for a high-risk infant in the first place. She’s the one who pounded her chest and demanded full responsibility. If anything goes wrong, who answers for it?” The moment Chloe’s sister-in-law delivered, the newborn’s vitals had flagged severe concerns. The nursing station unanimously agreed that Senior Nurse Lisa, with decades of neonatal experience, should oversee the care. But Chloe threw a tantrum and insisted on taking charge. “This is my own nephew, my sister-in-law’s precious baby! I know all the protocols, and I care far more than any outsider ever could! Plus, my family trusts me!” Those words had completely dismissed Lisa’s years of expertise, making Lisa’s face turn green with indignation. As her supervisor, I was naturally the first to shoot down such an absurd request. Yet Logan had overruled everyone, insisting we had to “give interns a chance to grow.” That was the only reason this circus was allowed to happen. Having his authority challenged in front of Chloe stung Logan’s pride. Reluctantly, he glanced down at the tightly wrapped bundle in her arms. Then, he went dead silent. Chloe looked up at him nervously, tugging on the hem of his white lab coat with an imploring expression. I could tell Logan had noticed something was wrong, and I felt a faint wave of relief. The very next second, he casually turned back toward me. “The baby is completely fine. What’s the harm in holding him for a minute?” My jaw dropped in sheer disbelief. If I hadn’t lived through this once and taken that cold, lifeless corpse with my own hands, I might have actually believed him. Logan was lying! He clearly saw that the infant had flatlined. He had to know why Chloe was so desperate to push the child onto me. And yet, he still demanded that I take the fall? A vivid memory flashed before my eyes—the final moments before my death, when Logan had stood firmly beside Chloe from beginning to end. Looking at Chloe’s hand clutching his lab coat, the truth clicked instantly, freezing my blood cold. “Logan Miller, how long have you two been sleeping together?”Logan’s face drained of color. He darted an anxious look left and right down the corridor before snapping in a harsh whisper: “What kind of sick nonsense are you spouting?! You’re completely unhinged! Your jealousy has gotten so toxic you’re trying to ruin a young girl’s reputation!” With that, he stepped forward and grabbed my arm in a vise grip. “She just asked you to hold a baby! Is it really worth making such a massive scene?” “You are holding this child today, whether you want to or not!” One of his hands twisted my arm while the other tangled brutally into my hair, yanking my head down and forcing me toward the bundle in Chloe’s arms. Seeing this, Chloe beamed with manic delight and shoved the blanket toward my chest. The terror of dying in agony in my past life surged back. Fighting with everything I had, I wrenched myself violently away. A thick clump of my hair ripped free in Logan’s fist before I stumbled backward, breathless. The commotion had already drawn the attention of nearby visitors and staff. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. A sharp, stinging throbbing burned across my scalp. I touched the spot, my fingers coming away stained with bright, slick crimson. “Good grief, what is going on over there? That woman’s head is bleeding!” “Wait, isn’t that Dr. Miller, the head of pediatrics? And that’s the charge nurse, right? Why are they getting physical?!” A crowd began to form, murmuring in shock. Logan’s expression darkened until it looked black as thunder. Just then, a confused voice broke through the murmurs. “Chloe? What are you doing out here? Why did taking the baby for a bath take this long? You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts!” The crowd parted to reveal Chloe’s sister-in-law, Rachel Vance, still clad in a patient gown and looking frail after labor. Chloe flinched hard. Her grip on the bundle tightened convulsively, her eyes darting away in guilt. Suddenly, she whipped around, pointed a trembling finger at me, and cried out: “Rachel! The nurse manager blocked me in the hallway and wouldn't let me leave! She… she killed the baby!” Rachel swayed on her feet. In the next breath, she lunged forward like a madwoman, snatching the bundle right out of Chloe’s arms. The moment she peeled back the cloth and saw the pale, purplish face, a guttural, blood-curdling wail tore from her throat: “My baby! My baby boy!” I had assumed that refusing to touch the child would keep me out of harm’s way, but Chloe was dead set on framing me at any cost. Spotting Lisa in the periphery, I caught her eye and gave a subtle, urgent nod for her to call the police. Then, I projected my voice clearly and firmly: “I never touched that infant. Nor did I ever block Chloe from leaving.” “On the contrary, she cornered me and tried to force that bundle into my hands. The hallway cameras will prove every word I say.” As if finding an ace up her sleeve, Chloe sniffled and broke into a triumphant sob. “Of course you’d say that! The hallway cameras have been down since this morning for maintenance!” “Everyone knows you and Dr. Miller have been married five years without having a single kid! You’re just bitter and jealous that Rachel could deliver a healthy boy, so you took your spite out on an innocent baby!” “Nurse Manager, I could stomach you bullying me at work, but how could you murder my nephew?!” The second the accusation left her mouth, Rachel turned on me with unbridled fury. She lunged, her palm cracking across my face in a barrage of vicious slaps. “You barren monster! You can’t have kids of your own, so you butcher someone else’s?! People like you deserve to rot childless forever!” “Do you have any idea what I went through to bring him into this world?! Seven years of endless shots and agony! Give me back my son!” Instinctively, I curled my body to shield my lower abdomen. Blood seeped from the corner of my split lip, but I forced my voice through the ringing in my ears: “I never touched him! If you don’t believe me, order an immediate autopsy. The medical examiner can determine the exact cause of death!” “His face is cyanotic—he most likely drowned! There isn’t a single puddle of water in this hallway for him to drown in!”Panic flickered across Chloe’s features. Desperate, she tugged at Logan’s sleeve. Logan adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, stepping forward with an air of professional solemnity that made the onlookers temporarily forget he had just ripped out a handful of my hair. “Enough! Serena, how can you be so vicious? Isn’t it enough that you killed an innocent child? Now you want to desecrate his corpse?!” Looking thoroughly heartbroken, he turned to address the crowd. “I am the chief of pediatrics here. If an infant were in distress, do you think I wouldn’t recognize it?” “The baby was breathing normally while Chloe held him. It was only after Serena touched him that he stopped breathing.” I stared at him in utter shock. Until today, I never could have fathomed that Logan would push me into the flames over and over again without batting an eye. Just this morning, I had been carefully arranging a surprise for our fifth wedding anniversary. Hearing Logan’s confirmation, Rachel snapped completely. She grabbed my shirt, dragging me toward the infant’s lifeless body. “Bitch! Kneel down and beg my baby for forgiveness!” The surrounding crowd ignited in righteous indignation, shouting threats and demanding that I be taught a lesson. Out of the corner of my eye, I even saw someone raising a metal cane. A bone-deep chill gripped me. I struggled desperately to pull away, but Logan stepped behind me and kicked the back of my knee with brutal force, sending me crashing to the hard tile. “Serena, as your husband, I cannot shield you. Wrong is wrong. This is the least you can do to atone.” With that, he turned to the bystanders with righteous nobility. “Everyone, even though I am the department head, I won't interfere. Please, help me correct my wife’s heinous behavior.” The moment he finished speaking, he teamed up with Rachel, their hands shoving down hard on the back of my neck. Under the crushing physical and emotional torment, I clutched my stomach, glaring up at Logan with tear-filled, desperate eyes. “Logan, stop… you can’t do this… I’m pregnant with our—” Before I could finish the sentence, Logan shoved my forehead violently into the floor. A sickening thud echoed, and Rachel smiled with twisted satisfaction. Leaning close to my ear, Logan hissed in a low, rushed whisper: “Serena, I know you didn’t do it. There’s nothing going on between me and Chloe either. But she’s just an intern, a fragile young girl—she can’t survive a scandal like this.” “You have to take the fall for her just this once. Don’t worry, once the mob calms down, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” The second he finished the whisper, he slammed my head into the tile a second time without the slightest hesitation. I squeezed my eyes shut, scalding tears burning paths down my bruised cheeks. Just as my forehead struck the ground for the third time, Logan prepared to step back and let the enraged crowd take over. Suddenly, a bystander gasped in horror: “Wait… look! She’s bleeding!” Logan froze. Glancing down at the dark red stain spreading beneath my scrubs, a horrifying realization dawned on him. “What…? Are you… pregnant?” Looking down at the blood pooling across the floor, an eerie, absolute calm settled over my shattered heart. “Do you want to know why we never had a baby in five years? Because your sperm motility was practically nonexistent. You were completely sterile.” “This child was a miracle I fought through hell and months of secret treatments to carry. But now… Logan, you don’t deserve to ever have a child in this lifetime.” Logan staggered back as if struck by lightning, his head shaking in denial. “No… that’s impossible. How could it be this convenient?!” Right on cue, Lisa pushed through the crowd, accompanied by two uniformed police officers. Chloe panicked. Assuming the broken cameras left no evidence, she puffed out her chest and yelled to the officers: “Officers! This woman killed my nephew first! She brought this on herself, you have to arrest her!” Bystanders chimed in, eager to align with authority: “That’s right, officers! We saw everything! Her miscarriage is karma for what she did!” Supported by Lisa, I didn't bother arguing with the mob. My icy gaze swept over the self-righteous crowd before landing directly on Chloe and Logan. Slowly, I pulled a sleek digital voice recorder from my pocket. “Unfortunately for you two, while the ceiling cameras might be broken, every single word spoken here was captured on this device.” “Framing a colleague, assault, defamation, manslaughter… not a single one of you is walking away from this.”