I am the top OB-GYN resident at St. Mary’s Hospital. My boyfriend’s mother was in pain, so I personally removed an IUD that had been tormenting her for thirty years. Their repayment? They broke into my condo, trashed the place, and caused a riot at the hospital. They claimed that after removing the device, I implanted a listening bug in her uterus. No matter how I tried to explain the medicine, she wouldn't listen. She even started livestreaming her delusions to report me: [I’m reporting Chloe Carter! This psycho put a listening device inside me!] Facing their insanity and threats, I could only look at the sky in disbelief: What kind of doctor plants a bug in a patient's uterus? The paranoia was off the charts. 1 When my boyfriend, Brad Sterling, burst into my apartment at 1 AM dragging his mother, Brenda, behind him, I was completely disoriented. I was yanked out of bed and onto the floor before Brad’s foot connected with my ribs. "Chloe! Are you trying to kill my mother?!" The sharp pain in my abdomen woke me up instantly. Woken up in the dead of night and assaulted for no reason—even with my usually calm temperament, I was furious. "Brad! What the hell is wrong with you?" Brad shoved his mother toward me, his finger jabbing aggressively almost into my eye. "You have the nerve to ask what's wrong?" "I trusted you enough to bring my mom to you, and this is how you treat her?" "You know exactly what you put inside her uterus!" I froze, unable to believe my ears. Put what inside her uterus? "What are you talking about? There has to be a misunderstanding..." Despite my anger, patient health came first. I immediately tapped into my professional training, reviewing the procedure in my mind. Just a month ago, Brad brought Brenda to the hospital to see me. I removed a very old, embedded IUD from Brenda’s uterus and sent them home. That was it. I never imagined Brad would suspect I planted a foreign object inside his own mother. Relying on my professional ethics, I tried to patiently explain. "I only removed the IUD, Mrs. Sterling. There were no additional procedures..." The next second, my face stung. Brenda slapped me hard. "Still lying? Don't think I don't know your game!" "You just want to listen in on our secrets so you can control my son's life!" "Let me tell you, you sick freak, keep dreaming!" "As long as I'm alive, you'll never succeed!" I was completely stunned by the slap. I had never been hit in my adult life, let alone by my boyfriend's mother. Seeing my shock, Brenda sneered. "Still playing dumb? Let's see how long you can keep this act up!" She began tearing through my apartment, smashing things while screaming maniacally, "Let's see you eavesdrop on this... let's see if you dare!" I snapped out of it and yelled for them to stop, but Brad grabbed me, pinning my arms. I was forced to watch helplessly as Brenda destroyed the home I had carefully curated. Expensive ceramics, framed photos, electronics... Brenda smashed everything in sight. When I saw her heading toward the curio cabinet in the center of the living room, I couldn't contain my rage any longer. "Don't you dare touch that!" I bit down hard on Brad’s arm holding me. I tasted blood, and Brad yelled in pain, flinging me onto the floor. My back slammed into the corner of a table, sending blinding pain through my body. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled up and rushed toward the cabinet. Inside that cabinet was everything left of my late parents. 2 Seeing my desperation, Brenda’s expression turned vicious. "So worried? I guess this cabinet is important to you, huh?" As she spoke, she opened the glass door and grabbed a trophy, winding up to throw it. "No! Stop!" That trophy was from my parents' first national medical competition win. It was the witness to the start of their love story. They cherished it their entire lives. I sucked in a cold breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Brenda, please. We can talk about this like adults..." "Talk? Did you think about talking when you planted a bug in me?" Brenda showed no intention of resolving anything. Her face was dark and cruel. "Unless... you get down on your knees and beg. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens." Before I could react, she loosened her grip on the trophy. "Don't!" I lunged forward, fighting the pain in my back, but the glass award hit the hardwood floor, shattering into pieces. I watched as Brenda casually picked up a framed photo, looking at me threateningly. Brad just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. "Chloe, this really is your fault. It’s normal for Mom to be upset..." "Baby, just get on your knees and apologize to Mom, take the device out, and we can put this behind us..." I almost laughed out loud at Brad’s shamelessness. "Why should I apologize for something I didn't do!" The next second, my head snapped to the side from another slap. Brad’s face twisted into a snarl. "Didn't you hear me tell you to kneel!" Brenda threw the framed photo at me. The sharp corner of the frame sliced my forehead, and blood immediately started trickling down my face. I couldn't worry about the wound. Seeing my parents' legacy about to be destroyed, and after a fierce internal struggle, I closed my eyes and dropped heavily to my knees. "Brenda, I'm sorry." "It's all my fault. I'm begging you, please stop smashing things..." "But I really didn't do those things... I really didn't!" I swallowed the humiliation, thinking this would satisfy them enough to spare my parents' belongings. I underestimated Brenda. Seeing me on my knees gave her a look of pure sadistic pleasure. Then, she grabbed a heavy vase nearby and hurled it at the cabinet. The glass doors shattered, and my parents' awards crashed onto the floor. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "No!" "You said if I begged, you'd leave their things alone!" Brad and Brenda looked down at me with smug satisfaction. "I said I wanted you to kneel and apologize..." Brenda sneered. "But I never said I'd spare your parents' junk." Watching her venomous smile, a sharp pain pierced my heart, and tears burst forth. "You... you monster!" "Me? Look at yourself. This is the price for plotting against us!" I ignored their gloating. Without a word, I crouched down. Piece by piece, I solemnly picked up the fragments from the floor. The sharp glass sliced my palms, turning them bloody. I didn't feel it. Tears mixed with blood, making the cuts sting even more. But I clutched the shards tightly, almost masochistically. As if by holding them tight enough, the items could be restored, and my parents wouldn't be gone. Ignoring the psychotic mother and son, I gathered everything together and held it reverently in my arms. When I looked up again, my eyes were ice cold. I called 911. 3 Brad, watching coldly from the side, noticed my action immediately. He snatched the phone from my hand and ended the call. "Trying to call the cops? In your dreams!" With a ferocious look, he shoved me back onto the floor. The glass shards embedded deeper into my palms, adding injury to injury. Brad loomed over me. "If you don't take that thing out today, don't blame me for forgetting our three years together!" "Hey! Chloe, are you listening to me!" Brad tried to grab me again, but I dodged his outstretched hand, looking at him with utter indifference. "I told you, I didn't put anything inside your mother. If you don't believe me, go to a hospital and get a scan. Stop acting crazy in my home." Even a saint has limits, and I am a living, breathing human being. They had insulted my character, my professional ethics, and destroyed my parents' memorial. No matter how good my temper was, I was done enduring it. I kicked them out on the spot. "Now, get the hell out of my house!" Brad wanted to keep yelling, but Brenda, a flicker of calculation in her eyes, stopped him. "Son, forget it. I don't want to affect your relationship because of me..." "Chloe probably put that thing in me because she loves you too much... surely not because she suspected you'd cheat..." "Sigh, I'm old and useless. It doesn't matter if my body gets violated..." Hearing Brenda's passive-aggressive incendiary remarks, Brad exploded exactly as planned. "Suspecting me of cheating? Does she have no trust in me at all? We're done!" "And Mom! Why are you still defending her?" I was too tired to watch their bizarre mother-son performance. I walked to the door and threw it open. "Say whatever you have to say outside. Don't loiter in my home." Brad choked on my words, threw out one last threat, and stormed off angrily. I ignored him, focusing entirely on salvaging my parents' belongings. I knew my relationship with Brad was over. Based solely on his mother's delusion, he pinned a non-existent crime on me and even destroyed my mother's legacy. I decided the next time I saw Brad, I would officially break up with him. I just didn't expect the next time would be so soon. They weren't done yet. They came to my hospital to cause a scene. 4 I was consulting with a patient when Brad and Brenda aggressively barged into my exam room. Brenda was holding a handmade banner, sitting on the floor throwing a tantrum. The banner was full of slander against me. They ignored everything else, grabbing random patients and shouting. "Everyone, stay away from this quack! She's a fraud!" "My mom came to her to have an IUD removed, and she turned around and put a listening device in her uterus!" "You dare let her treat you? Do you have a death wish?!" My blood pressure skyrocketed at their antics. Patients and their families inside and outside the clinic looked at them with "Are you insane?" expressions. After all, nobody believes you can just "put a listening device in a uterus." But Brad and Brenda were committed to the bit. They ripped the network cable out of my computer, deleting all the diagnosis and treatment notes I had just typed. Then, they grabbed a heavy pen holder from the desk and threw it hard at me. It struck my ribs with a dull thud. Flushed with anger at her baseless, blatant lies, ignoring the pain in my side, I stood up abruptly. "What listening device?!" "Brad, haven't you made enough of a scene? Stop spitting blood!" Hearing this, Brenda escalated, grabbing a nearby person and crying. "Oh my god, the doctor is angry and wants to hit me!" "I was fine before I came here, but ever since her treatment, there are noises inside me every day. She definitely planted a bug!" "My son said she was the best doctor, but she put a bug in my uterus! She must suspect my son is going to cheat on her!" The next second, Brad opened a large thermos he was carrying and splashed red paint all over me. My white coat was instantly ruined, my eyes plastered shut and stinging. The scene was chaos. Brenda tried to rush up and hit me again. Before I could dodge, Brenda was suddenly shoved and stumbled. It was my long-time patient. She didn't believe a word of Brenda's story and, seeing me humiliated, stood up for me. She looked at Brad and Brenda with disgust. "A listening device in a uterus? Can't you at least draft a believable lie?" "Leaving aside if it's even medically possible, what use would it be to Dr. Carter?" She grabbed my paint-splattered hand and comforted me softly. "Don't be scared, Dr. Carter!" "I've seen plenty of people like them! I'll call security right now..." Seeing everyone pointing fingers at them and no one taking their side, Brad and Brenda left in a huff. I let out a breath of relief and went to change my clothes amidst looks of sympathy. But the moment I stepped out, the Hospital Chief of Staff, Dr. Albright, appeared at the door. She looked self-righteous, staring at me. "Dr. Carter, two patients have filed complaints that you placed a listening device in one of them..." "Dr. Albright, I didn't. You know me..." She cut off my explanation. "Enough! Patients are rioting. Can you reflect on yourself for a moment? Why are they targeting you and no one else?!" "I don't have time to waste here. Come to my office immediately!" With no other choice, I followed the Chief to her office. 5 As soon as we entered, Brenda lunged at me, punching and kicking. My glasses were knocked off my face. While dodging her blows, I bent down to pick them up. A polished leather shoe stepped firmly onto my frames. Brad crushed my glasses beneath his foot. He looked down at me arrogantly, demanding I kneel and apologize to Brenda. "Chloe, I'm trying to keep the peace because of our three years together, but you're being ungrateful..." "I advise you, while I still have patience, hurry up and kneel to apologize to my mom. Don't refuse the face I'm giving you!" Dr. Albright also turned on me, threatening to fire me for lacking medical ethics. "Mr. Sterling, rest assured, I have already cancelled Chloe’s nomination for the Harper Fellowship. If she doesn't handle this well, I will remove her as Chief Resident!" "Dr. Albright! You can't!" The Chief, usually cordial, suddenly revealed her snobbish side, glaring at me with contempt and humiliation. "I always knew Dr. Carter was manipulative. Who knows if she even got the Chief Resident position legitimately!" "Otherwise, how could a woman become Chief so young?" My eyes turned red with rage at her shameless words. More than a decade of grueling medical training was wiped away in a sentence, reducing me to an opportunistic schemer? Looking at the people in front of me, they all felt like strangers. "Brad, can you please just get your mother a scan before you keep causing trouble?" He looked dead certain, then looked at me with disappointment. "We already got checked. We didn't bring out the results because we didn't want to cement your guilt, but you're ungrateful..." "Since that's the case, don't blame us!" With that, Brad started a livestream on his phone. Behind him, Brenda’s face stiffened slightly; clearly, she hadn't expected Brad to blow this up online. As a minor internet influencer, people flooded into Brad’s stream immediately. [I’m 실명 reporting Chloe Carter, this psycho! She put a listening device in my mom's uterus!] [An OB-GYN planted a bug inside a patient and won't admit it!] [Even if she's my girlfriend, I can't watch her keep doing wrong!] The chat was instantly enraged, raining curses down on me. [WTF? Planting a bug in a living person's uterus? This doctor is insane!] [Support for you, bro. Feel bad for your mom. Call the cops and lock her up!] Seeing so much support, Brad gave me another arrogant, charitable look at the camera. "Chloe, I'm livestreaming now. It's not too late to take out the device and apologize..." "I know since I'm so amazing, being with me makes you anxious, but you can't harm my mom like this..." I just looked calmly at him and the rigid-faced Brenda, gesturing for him to produce the examination report. Our hospital’s reports have unique coding; it's impossible to fake one out of thin air. The next second, I was stunned. Brad pulled out a redacted examination report and showed it to the camera. "This is my mom's report. Viewers, please help get justice for me and my mom!" The report in Brad’s hand indicated: Foreign object present in the uterus. "How is that possible!" 6 I looked up in disbelief. But when I caught Brenda’s expression—a mix of guilt and smugness—I realized she must have tampered with something. In an instant, the online abuse, the real-life spitting, and the verbal attacks felt like a mountain crushing me. [Quack! I can't believe I booked an expert appointment with her! She's black-hearted!] [She actually planted a foreign object... who would dare see her now!] Dr. Albright looked utterly disappointed and fired me on the spot. "Dr. Carter, this hospital doesn't need a doctor with no ethics like you!" "You can get out now." "Not only that, I will ensure you are blacklisted from the entire industry, to do right by the patients!" Brenda gloated from the side, sneering maliciously. "Wouldn't it have been better to just kneel and beg earlier? Now look at you, you have nothing." Brad also lamented to the livestream with feigned heartbreak: "I never expected my girlfriend to be this kind of person..." "I harmed my own mother..." I clutched the report tightly, trying to find any inconsistency. Dr. Albright called hospital security to throw me out immediately. My former colleagues looked on with unbearable pity as they pulled me toward the exit. Was my reputation really going to be destroyed today? Even though I did nothing wrong... Just as I felt total despair, the ultrasound image attached to the report started looking familiar. Suddenly, a lightbulb went on. I struggled violently free from the guards, rushed in front of Dr. Albright, and shouted: "This report is fake! It's fake!" Everyone looked skeptical, thinking I was just a desperate dog barking at a wall. I pointed directly at Brenda’s lie: "This report isn't hers!" "This belongs to another patient of mine from a month ago!" I remembered it clearly because patients with legitimate uterine foreign objects were rare, so the case stuck in my memory. I never imagined Brenda would steal someone else's report to frame me! The crowd burst into an uproar. Ignoring everyone, I made a snap decision and dragged Brenda back into the examination room. This time, the new scan showed: [Cystic echo. Absolutely no foreign objects like a listening device.] Seeing this result, Brad looked at Brenda in shock. "Mom, didn't you say that report just now was yours? You swore the doctor said there was a bug inside you..." "Now the result is different, how do I explain this to my fans!?" Facing her son's questioning, a flash of guilt and panic crossed Brenda's eyes, quickly replaced by malice. She sat down on the floor and started wailing loud enough to wake the dead. "Oh my god! The hospital is definitely faking it! The hospital is faking reports to protect their doctor!" "Causing my son to doubt me... you black-hearted hospital, you're trying to kill me!" She threw a tantrum regardless of the setting, attracting patients from the hallway, many of whom started filming us with their phones.
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