Chapter 02: Suturing Wounds

Pain.

Heart-wrenching pain.

This was Abigail Green's first feeling upon waking up.

After working nonstop for 48 hours, Abigail suddenly died in the operating room.

As a renowned genius surgeon in Gills City, Abigail had rarely rested in the past three years, so her sudden death was not unexpected.

As the old saying goes, why sleep long in life when you can have eternal rest in death? This had always been Abigail's motto. But she never imagined that after dying suddenly during continuous surgeries, she wouldn't rest but find herself lying on a hospital bed.

More precisely, a delivery bed.

The intense pain, along with the original owner's memories, flooded into Abigail's nervous system.

She thought her death had been tragic enough, but she didn't expect the one on the delivery bed to be even worse.

She had actually been tortured to death.

Looking at the unstitched wound of the C-section, a flash of ruthlessness shone in Abigail's eyes as she struggled to sit up, which caused the wound to start bleeding again.

Pain.

Abigail had never felt such pain in her life.

"The patient in bed 3 died during labor. Her family wants her sent directly to the morgue. The director said... Ah!" The nurse in charge was speaking when she suddenly saw the patient on the delivery bed staring at her, and she screamed in fright.

"What is it?" The nurse beside her followed her colleague's gaze and also shivered in fear. "Isn't... she dead?"

"Come here." Abigail endured the pain, pointing at one of the nurses and ordered.

The nurse was terrified but under Abigail's cold gaze, an invisible pressure made her approach involuntarily. "What... what do you want?"

"Stitch me up." Abigail said, then looked at the other trembling nurse. "You, go get the anesthetic."

"I... I can't..." She was just a nurse.

"Follow my instructions." Abigail didn't care, pointing at the things on the cart. "First, drain the lochia, then stitch from the innermost layer..."

The nurse wanted to refuse, but somehow, after meeting the patient's gaze, she involuntarily picked up the needle and proceeded according to her steps.

When the other nurse returned with the anesthetic, the lochia had already been drained and the stitching began.

The original owner was very fat. The accumulated fat made stitching extremely difficult. Even with the anesthetic, the pain was doubled.

Seven layers, a C-section required stitching seven layers. The nurse was a first-timer, stitching three times slower than a regular doctor.

Two and a half hours later, when the knot was finally tied, Abigail felt as if she had been fished out of water.

She lay back on the delivery bed, panting heavily.

The nurse holding the needle looked at the zigzagging wound she had stitched and trembled as she asked Abigail, "H-How should I tie the knot?"

"Give it to me." Abigail propped herself up to tie the knot, then put the needle away. "Push me back to my room."

She was in great pain, paralyzed on the bed, fainting right after saying those words.

When she woke up, she saw the snow-white walls around her and the familiar smell of disinfectant.

She moved her body slightly. The familiar pain returned, letting Abigail know that the previous scene was real.

She had indeed been reborn into an obese delivery woman, and had personally guided the nurses to stitch up the wound on this body.

Sorting through the memories in her head, Abigail now understood her situation.

The original owner's name was also Abigail, but her last name was Smith, so she was Abigail Smith. She had just turned 19 this year and had just passed the entrance exam for medical school.

Her stepsister had tried to win over the second young master of the Piers by tricking him, but accidentally caused the original Abigail to have relations with him, then took her place.

Unexpectedly, three months later, they found out Abigail was pregnant. In a fit of rage, her stepsister decided to use the situation to her advantage, coercing Abigail to bear the child for her.

Abigail, fearing her father would find out about her premarital pregnancy and desperate to get into college to escape that painful, oppressive home, agreed.

But that wicked mother-daughter duo took the opportunity to use various means to make Abigail gain over 100 pounds during her pregnancy. Partly to ensure she wouldn't be recognized by the young master, and partly to take her life.

"Fool."

Abigail cursed all the way, feeling heartbroken for the original owner while also thinking she was incredibly foolish.

Her stepmother and stepsister were clearly not kind people, constantly bullying and abusing her at home, and she had still trusted them, leading to her painful death.

And Abigail's father blamed her for her mother's death during childbirth and had always favored that wicked mother-daughter pair.

Although her death wasn't directly his doing, he was still complicit by indulging them.

With her thoughts clear, Abigail knew exactly what to do.

She was different from the original owner, never one to be bullied.

Coming from a family of medical professionals and gifted, she had made her name known by age 17. Even the heads of notable families in Swallow City treated her with respect, calling her Miss Smith.

How could she tolerate being humiliated?

Even if she was no longer her old self, she now occupied this body and therefore had to be responsible for it.

Naturally, she would also avenge the original owner.

The next day, Abigail endured the pain, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

Looking at the obese girl in the mirror, she couldn't help but frown.

Once a renowned surgical maestro, Abigail was not only a medical genius but also admired for her beauty and figure.

She was highly disciplined and had never been overweight since she could remember.

But this body...

Looking at herself in the mirror triggered her obsessive-compulsive disorder. She wished she could slice off the fat piece by piece.

It seemed that while revenge was crucial, losing the weight was equally imperative.