Chapter 1

"Yale Fernandez. Oh, a bachelor's degree?"

"Wait, who summoned him for an interview? Please—We're a general hospital. Calling a fresh graduate of a bachelor's degree over for an interview? Isn't this just a waste of my time?

"Next!"

In Juristic General Hospital at Doveport, Yale Fernandez lifted his head slowly as a dejected gleam flashed across his eyes.

Sitting across from him were a few of Juristic General Hospital's interviewers.

The person who spoke was the head of the general hospital's emergency department, Kenny Doherty. At this moment, he shot a glare of annoyance at Yale, then waved his hand to dismiss him.

The person next to Kenny spoke up in an apologetic tone, "I'm really sorry. Even though you've shown excellent results in various aspects, your educational qualifications are not the right fit for the role at our hospital. So, I'd suggest that you try again at a community hospital instead."

Yale exhaled softly when he heard that. He wanted to try fighting for that position because he was currently in desperate need for a job to make ends meet.

"I know that my qualifications aren't as high as others, but I am as capable as other people are. Can you please give me a chance?"

"Didn't you understand what I said? Your qualifications are too low and that does not meet our requirements. Next!" Kenny looked up again. His aggressive attitude and frigid gaze made Yale give up on his idea.

He thanked the panel and turned around to leave. However, he could still hear Kenny's voice coming from behind him, albeit faintly.

"It's no wonder his qualifications are low. He didn't even understand us. We've told him that he isn't the right fit, but he was still babbling away."

Yale pursed his lips as he walked out of the main door of the general hospital.

Even though this was just a general hospital, it was considered the best hospital in a small city like Juristic City. Yet, not even a hospital in a small city was willing to hire someone with a bachelor's degree.

Yale sighed. He then hurried over to the next hospital.

Looking at the early 21st century buildings zooming past him out the window, it all still felt so surreal.

Just yesterday, he was a giant in the medical world and a well-acclaimed master surgeon who had performed a vast number of high risk surgeries all on his own.

Nevertheless, he had traveled back to the early 21st century as an ordinary doctor. Not only did he become someone named Yale Fernandez, but he was a medical graduate with just a bachelor's degree.

The person this body belonged to was electrocuted to death when he was boiling water with an electric kettle.

The only thing Yale could do was to continue living on behalf of the original Yale.

Yale was a man. He was the third oldest among his siblings. He had two half-siblings—an older brother and an older sister—who were born of the same father, as well as a younger sister.

His mother, Shirley Javier, was his father's second wife. Jim Fernandez's first wife suffered from domestic abuse after giving birth to a son and a daughter, and she eventually decided to run away.

Yale and his younger sister, Summer Fernandez, were Shirley and Javier's children. But, they had a tough life in the Fernandez family.

Jim would get aggressive whenever he drank. After marrying Shirley, his aggression became worse. Not only did he beat Shirley up, but he even made her take care of everyone's meals and the chores at home.

She even had to do laundry and cook meals single-handedly for all eight of them in the household, including Yale's grandparents. Even so, Yale's grandmother, Doris Jones, nitpicked at her while his older siblings mocked her.

In the end, Shirley ended up getting beaten up by a stool just because she didn't clean up Doris's bedpan.

Because of that, the original Yale made a huge fuss at home after graduating from college. He made the final decision to cut ties with his paternal family and left home with Shirley and Summer.

If they stayed, Shirley and Summer might one day be beaten to death or be starved to death.

However, Shirley wasn't willing to leave at first. After all, once they left, they wouldn't have a place to stay or anything to eat.

The reason that the original Yale was able to go to college in this time and age was because Shirley sewed blankets and did needlework to earn a living.

Plus, his maternal grandfather, Patrick Javier, would provide them with money from time to time.

The original Yale also had a good teacher who would pay for his school fees out of his own pocket and encourage him to go to school.

In the end, they also received support from a neighbor who could no longer bear to see them living as such.

With financial support from the four of them collectively, the original Yale succeeded in completing five years of studies, majoring in medicine.

On top of that, the original Yale worked part-time while studying, and he eventually managed to stumble through his college life.

Initially, he thought that he would be able to have a new beginning after graduating. Unfortunately, as a medical student from an average college, he wasn't able to secure a good job. Even the place that he lived at was rented for him by a good friend of his.

This made the original Yale feel extremely dejected.

In the end, he touched the electrical outlet with his wet hands by accident when he was boiling some water with an electric kettle, and he ended up losing his life.

Fortunately, the current Yale traveled back in time and took his place. Since he was inhabiting someone else's body, he had to take responsibility over this person's life.

The original Yale had died, but the new Yale was alive. Thus, he decided that he would help the original Yale care for his family members.

With that, Yale decided to step out into the world and interview for jobs everywhere. Though, it was a pity that the original Yale's experiences were a little lacking.

He only graduated from an average medical college!

Hospitals in big cities wouldn't even consider him at all. So, he had no choice but to return to his hometown, Juristic City, to try his luck at their local hospitals.

As it turned out, the general hospital also refused to hire him. Not only that, but they even mocked him.

Even so, Yale wasn't discouraged. He was aware that his résumé belonged to the original Yale.

As a master surgeon who once performed countless high-risk surgeries in his previous life, he believed that he would be able to have his talents shine through as long as he gave himself a chance.

What the current Yale lacked was an opportunity.

Thus, he turned and hurried straight to Juristic Traditional Medicine Hospital.

In the past, traditional medicine hospitals focused on providing traditional medicine treatments. Nonetheless, with the rise of modern medicine, Juristic Traditional Medicine Hospital restructured their hospital too.

Other than maintaining the traditional medicine clinics characteristic of their hospital, they added a number of modern medicine clinics and services. As a result, they weren't that much different from the general hospital.

Patrick was also a traditional medicine physician in his village.

With that, Yale thought of trying his luck at the traditional medicine hospital. Nevertheless, as perfect as that idea was, reality was tough.

The interviewer at the traditional medicine hospital, Frederick Hughes, curled his lips into a helpless smile after assessing Yale's situation.

"You are a very capable young man. However, you haven't met the hospital's prerequisites. These are the hospital's regulations. It's not something that I can change. How about you try interviewing at a community hospital or clinic?"

Upon hearing that, Yale let out a sigh. He failed again. With a bitter smile on his face, he rose to his feet to leave.

Behind him, Frederick let out a sigh of sympathy too.

If the traditional medicine hospital wasn't hiring him either, where could he go? Should he really go to a community hospital?

The pay there was measly. If he worked there, he wouldn't be able to earn a living for his family of three.

After leaving the hospital's administration building, Yale walked slowly in the newly-restructured traditional medicine hospital, looking a little sorrowful.

Just as he was ruminating over what to do next, he suddenly heard a series of urgent-sounding noises coming from the emergency department.

"Hurry, hurry. Open up the emergency access! There's another ambulance full of patients!

"There's a traffic accident nearby. Most of the patients have been allocated to our hospital. Those who have time on their hands—come over immediately."

Yale stood outside the emergency department as he watched the people being wheeled in.

Patients of various critical stages were allocated to different areas. There were quite a number of patients wailing in grief pitifully.

Fresh blood, bone fragments, and other unknown fluids were all over the place.

This was an extremely severe traffic accident!

Perhaps it was because the traditional medicine hospital's emergency room was newly established, they were short-handed. Even medical interns were called upon to attend to this situation.

Unfortunately, not having the related experience rendered them a little helpless.

It was a pity. If Yale himself was there…

Hold on! Yale looked up.

Even though he didn't have a medical license, he had experience as a master surgeon in his previous life.

Handling a situation like this wouldn't be a challenge to him. It would be good even if he managed to save one person.

Most importantly, this was an opportunity for him to prove himself.

Even the place he was renting now was paid for by his best friend, Michael Laird. So, Yale was in desperate need of the right opportunity.

At this thought, he gritted his teeth, gathered his courage, and walked on over.

Chapter 2

The situation at the emergency department was gruesome. There were patients with broken limbs and patients who were bleeding profusely. If this was a scene from a drama on television, this part would have been censored out.

Some of the medical interns stood there stiffly while the nurses were up to their necks with everything they needed to do.

Attending physicians from the emergency department were all in the emergency rooms at this moment. So, no one noticed Yale at all.

He placed his belongings down speedily, then found a lounge. There happened to be a few lab coats hanging in there, along with the necessary equipment.

Yale slipped a one on hastily, then strode into the emergency department.

"Why are you just standing there? Push the other patients into the wards!" Yale called out when he spotted an intern freezing on the spot.

The medical intern was in a daze. Right now, he could only do whatever others instructed him to.

An emergency patient was wheeled over hurriedly from outside. Noticing Yale standing there, the nurse pushing the patient immediately said, "Come and have a look at this patient. He's lost a lot of blood and we have applied pressure to stop the bleeding."

Yale succeeded in blending into the emergency department team. "How is his pulse rate and blood pressure?"

"Pulse rate at 137; B/P at 70 over 50; pulse pressure is 20," the nurse pushing the patient replied in an urgent but loud voice.

Yale performed a quick check on the patient's neck. After he ascertained that there were no injuries to the patient's cervical vertebra, he turned the patient's head to the side.

The patient's condition was typical of a patient in shock. If he wasn't resuscitated immediately, he would lose his life at any minute.

Turning his head to the side was simply a way of preventing the patient from throwing up while unconscious and choking to death.

Yale's every move was calculated.

"Quick. Take him to the emergency room. Give him two bags of IV and provide him with high oxygen supply!

"Run a blood gas analysis immediately. Check his electrolytes, creatinine, and blood urea nitrogen levels! Hook him up to an ECG and monitor his readings. Hurry up!"

With Yale's instructions, the nurses got to work quickly. In no time, the patient was linked up to all sorts of equipment.

"Quick—Give him 2000 millilitres of Ringer's solution. Administer 200 millilitres of low molecular weight dextran every ten minutes. 10 milligrams of diazepam injected intramuscularly!"

Using the experience from his previous life, Yale attended to the patient before him in an organized manner.

Truth be told, the life and death of a patient was determined in the blink of an eye. As such, everyone was highly strung. Any careless move might result in the loss of a patient's life.

However, if everyone worked together well, used the right medications, and seized the opportune time, the patient would be able to overcome the life-threatening situation.

Each time, they were fighting against death.

At this moment, as medications were injected to the patient, his vitals went back up. Everyone in the emergency room cheered.

Nevertheless, there were many other patients to attend to. Yale had no time to celebrate before he went on to check on his next patient.

Trauma patients weren't the only patients sent over from the scene of a traffic accident. Sometimes, there would be patients who were in shock.

For instance, there was this elderly person in his 70s before Yale's eyes. With a history of heart disease, this patient ended up having acute left heart failure due to the shock from the car accident. He had been linked up to an ECG monitor.

After a quick glance, Yale perceived the information he needed.

The patient's heart rate was 140 beats per minute (bpm) with atrial fibrillation (AFib); blood oxygen levels at 85%; and his blood pressure was 200 over 100.

"Sir, please save my father. Please."

Another woman had arrived with this patient. She was probably the daughter of this man who was wheeled in.

Yale gave her a pat on her shoulder. "Stay calm. We will do our best to save him. Please do not distract us."

As he said that, he picked up a stethoscope and began his examination. It didn't take him long to hear the sound of air bubbles, phlegm, and wheezing.

He frowned.

This patient was in a complex situation. With his advanced age as a factor, Yale couldn't be sure if he would be able to save this patient. Thus, all he could do was to opt for a conservative approach to treatment.

Moreover, this patient shouldn't be in the emergency room. He should be sent to the corresponding clinics instead.

Now that he was showing the classic signs of an acute left heart failure, he was in a critical condition.

At this thought, Yale instructed in an urgent tone, "Administer 0.2 milligrams of deslanoside and 20 milligrams of furosemide.

"Increase his oxygen uptake and bring a ventilator over here."

With just a few simple instructions, the nurses around him started buzzing around like bees.

It wasn't until this moment that one of the medical interns before Yale came to a sudden realization. He stared at him in shock.

"Hold up. Are you from our emergency department?"

Yale shot him a look and disregarded him. Instead, he examined the patient's situation.

Various medications for treating heart failure had been administered, resulting in a gradual improvement in the patient.

"Send him upstairs!" Yale ordered without any hesitation.

As he said that, he moved on to the next emergency room.

That intern was a little dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do at that moment.

Yale ignored him. As a doctor, he was aware that what he was doing was wrong. But, how could he watch these patients die when there were so many of them here?

Or, should he leave these patients to that intern? Moreover, Yale needed a chance to prove himself.

Soon enough, his next patient appeared.

"This patient is pulsating rapidly, his body temperature is low, and his pulse is too quick. He's going into shock!"

The next patient hadn't been wheeled into an emergency room but was still waiting for his turn. It seemed like the people in the emergency department deemed him to be a less severe case, thus delaying his turn.

Nonetheless, a grim look came across Yale's face when he took a look at the patient. When he glanced toward the patient's left lower limb, he noticed that the patient was bleeding profusely.

According to the swelling and the patient's bodily response, he had probably lost approximately 1.5 units of blood. If the bleeding wasn't stopped and the patient's blood volume wasn't replenished in time, the consequences could be dire.

At this very moment, that medical intern shouted out of the blue, "He doesn't work at our hospital!"

Silence befell the chaotic and bustling emergency department. Everyone's directed their attention toward Yale.

Yale furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected to have his identity exposed so quickly.

Nevertheless, that wasn't important.

"This patient is losing a lot of blood. His bleeding needs to be stopped immediately!" he emphasized.

The medical intern shot him a fierce glare before rushing over to stop the patient's bleeding. After cleaning the patient's wound, he quickly stuffed a gauze on it.

Once he was done with all these, he breathed a sigh of relief. Following that, he questioned, "Who in the world are you? Why are you interfering at our emergency department?"

But, before he was done questioning, Yale exclaimed, "The bleeding hasn't stopped!"

The intern looked down, only to see a redness seeping into the white gauze slowly. In the blink of an eye, the white gauze became blood red.

"Wh-what—" The intern panicked and broke into a sweat. He had no idea what to do.

Yale shot him a look with a frown on his face. He tapped him on his shoulder and said, "Let me."

The intern argued, "You? How could you—"

Before he could finish, Yale reached into the wound and stopped the bleeding single-handedly. All of sudden, fresh blood no longer oozed out.

Despite being halfway through his argument, the intern didn't know what to say.

"Don't touch him!" a nurse shouted from beside.

The patient was already in a critical condition before this. Now that the patient was no longer bleeding after Yale stepped in, this proved that Yale was holding onto the source of the bleeding.

Not only that, he was stopping the bleeding with his bare hands!

This emergency approach to stop bleeding with one's bare hands was applied during times of war. Nowadays, this technique had been replaced by hemostats and bipolar coagulation techniques.

Yet, this man actually had the capability to stop a patient's bleeding with his bare hands?

Right at this moment, a voice came from one of the emergency rooms. "What's going on?"

At the same time, a doctor in a lab coat walked out.

Yale was taken aback when he saw that man. What a coincidence this was. The doctor in the lab coat was the man who just interviewed him earlier, Frederick!

Yale hadn't expected to see Frederick in the emergency department when he had just stayed back in the traditional medicine hospital momentarily. He was certain that Frederick was going to recognize him.

Chapter 3

"Why, you—"

Frederick recognized the young man in a lab coat before his eyes in one glance.

He had just apologized to this man half an hour ago and told him that he didn't meet their hospital's hiring requirements. Half an hour later, this man actually helped out in their emergency department?

When he turned to look at the emergency rooms next to him, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

This traffic accident was tragic. A total of approximately 20 patients were sent to the traditional medicine hospital.

When he was attending to the patients, he was bewildered over the fact that he wasn't under much pressure.

As it turned out, there was someone else who took charge over some of the patients. It was no wonder he felt as such.

This man named Yale was quite bold!

Frederick studied Yale with a deep gaze. Noticing that Yale was avoiding his gaze by lowering his eyes, he didn't expose him.

"Dr. Hughes, he doesn't work at our hospital!" a medical intern yelled out.

Frederick shot him a fierce glare. "Shut up!"

He very well knew that Yale wasn't a doctor who worked at their hospital either. But, wasn't he working very well with them right now?

Why did the intern have to make such a fuss in front of all the patients? What if the hospital ended up in trouble after the patients found out about this?

After telling the intern off, Frederick hurried to Yale's side and asked, "What's going on with this patient?"

Yale quickly explained, "He has an internal injury in his left lower limb, causing him to bleed profusely from his wound. I am stopping the bleeding with my hands right now to stabilize his blood pressure temporarily."

Frederick took another glance at Yale. Deep down, he was even more astonished.

This man was capable of stopping someone's bleeding with his bare hands?

Even though this was a technique that was already obsolete, this technique that was used during war times was one that definitely needed much practical experience in order to learn.

Could this man have much practical experience under his belt despite his young age?

Frederick figured that he might have underestimated Yale previously. So, he decided to first observe how Yale attended to his patients. If he was truly capable, it wouldn't be a bad thing to hire him.

"Send him to the emergency room," Frederick said. As he said that, he headed inside.

The medical intern remained standing at the same spot with a frustrated yet dazed look on his face.

In the emergency room, Frederick took over Yale's patient and attended to him with great speed.

In half an hour, every patient sent to their hospital from the traffic accident had been attended to.

After emerging from the emergency room, Frederick wasted no time in checking the few patients that Yale had attended to.

A short while later, he hurried up to Yale, who was being watched over by the medical intern from before and forbidden to leave.

Feeling extremely frustrated, the intern berated Yale, "You came for an interview today? You aren't even a doctor at our hospital. How dare you try to save patients? Young man, just you wait! You are in big, big trouble. You will be arrested!"

Before he was done, the door to the office was pushed open, and Frederick showed up in front of them.

"Dr. Hughes!" The intern went up to Frederick immediately. "I have been keeping my eye on him so he doesn't escape."

Frederick nodded, then scrutinized Yale briefly. "Have you interned before?"

Yale's approach was quite old-school. There were even some aspects that gave Frederick the impression that Yale was even more of an expert than he was.

If Yale hadn't stepped in in time, they might not have managed to attend to all the victims from the traffic accident.

Yale nodded slightly. Whether or not he could remain at Juristic Traditional Medicine Hospital depended on this moment.

"Dr. Hughes, I know that my résumé isn't the most impressive one out there. But, I can assure you that you can trust in my skills," Yale said.

As long as he had a chance to show his skills, he would be able to shine using his experience as a master surgeon from his previous life.

"Bullshit! Don't you know how much trouble you'd put our hospital in because of what you did earlier? We're being kind enough not to call the cops on you. How could you think of staying at our hospital? Dream on!" the intern chided.

Nevertheless, before his words could land, Frederick laughed.

"Sure. In that case, on behalf of the hospital, I would like to ask you to stay with us. Emergency department with a probationary period of half a year. How does that sound?"

In the next second, the entire office fell silent.

The intern's jaws dropped. As much as he wanted to argue, Frederick was the deputy head of the emergency department. How could he argue against someone like him?

How could Yale have such luck to have found favor in Frederick and be offered to stay at the emergency department?

The group of nurses and interns stared at Yale with conflicted gazes.

Yale got to his feet with joy. "Thank you very much, Dr. Hughes."

Frederick nodded. With a grin on his face, he asked, "What gave you the courage to step in to save the patients from the traffic accident earlier? Didn't you consider the consequences you'd have to bear if anything happened to the patients you attended to?"

"I did."

Yale exhaled softly.

That was his only chance earlier.

To him, nothing would happen to the patients he attended to. With his vast experience as master surgeon from his previous life, he definitely wouldn't end up in trouble when faced with a situation as such.

Though, this wasn't information he could share.

He paused before answering, "My grandfather is a traditional medicine physician. He once told me that human life is more precious than gold. The most virtuous thing a doctor can do is to provide effective treatment to their patients.

"Why should I be a doctor if I would just sit back and watch patients suffer before my eyes?"

Frederick nodded slowly as he listened to Yale's explanation. "Indeed, human life is the most precious thing. This is an important principle to have. It looks like your grandfather is also a physician with good medical ethics.

"Alright, then. Get ready to start working at the emergency department from tomorrow onward."

Frederick didn't say anything else after that. He was a busy man with many patients to check up on.

Yale's heart filled with glee. At the very least, one of his biggest problems was resolved. As long as he had a job, everything that followed would be much easier.

As he pondered over these, he turned his head and held his hand out to the medical intern from earlier.

"My name is Yale Fernandez. Nice to meet you. We will be working together in the future."

An awkward and embarrassed expression came across the intern's face. That said, with so many others watching them, he reached his hand out too.

"I'm Sebastian Ziegler. Looking forward to working with you."

Yale nodded, then turned and left the emergency department.

He was teeming with excitement at the fact that he would be coming here to work the next day. He had to rush home to share the good news about his new job with Shirley.

With this new job, he would be able to relieve Shirley of much of her burdens.

These days, Yale had absolutely no luck with finding a job and had no income. The rental for his place was only paid for thanks to his best friend, Michael.

Meanwhile, they survived on living expenses from Shirley's earnings from sewing blankets. While Summer moved out along with Yale, she was still in school.

With Yale's new-found job, him and his family truly had hope.

At this thought, Yale's footsteps felt much lighter. He even stopped by to buy a slab of meat on the way home so that they could celebrate together at home.

Nonetheless, just as he was dreaming about the bright future ahead of him, his phone rang. Yale looked down to take a quick glance and saw that it was Michael calling.

Michael was his best friend he grew up with. They were extremely close.

When his phone rang, he picked up immediately. "Mike, I have good news. I found a job!"

"Really?" Michael exclaimed in surprise after a slight pause.

But, right after that, his voice turned solemn. "Yale, you should hurry back to your rental. Your sister, Kate, came by."

Chapter 4

"What?" Yale's heart dropped. He quickened his pace home. "I'm going home right now!"

Yale's father, Jim, had two sons and two daughters. Daniel Fernandez and Kate Fernandez were the children he had with his first wife.

Subsequently, his first wife ran away after suffering from domestic abuse, leaving Daniel and Kate at the Fernandez residence.

One snowy night, Yale's maternal grandfather, Patrick, slipped and fell in the snow when he was out to visit a patient.

Jim happened to return home late after drinking that day and saw Patrick. However, as he was in a daze, he didn't go over to help Patrick. He simply felt that he saw a vague figure in the snow.

Thereafter, he bumped into someone from the Javier family who was out to search for Patrick, and he directed them to the place where he seemed to have spotted someone.

That was how he ended up saving Patrick.

As such, Jim boasted about being the person who saved Patrick's life. Then, he set his eyes on Yale's mother, Shirley, and proposed to her.

In order to repay his good deed, Shirley had no choice but to marry him.

Nevertheless, who would've thought that Jim would show his true colors and become worse than he already was after he married Shirley.

Not only would he beat Shirley up, he was also a big drinker, and he treated Shirley like his maid. Because of the way he behaved, even Daniel and Kate treated Shirley like their maid, bossing her around.

Now that Kate showed up at their place, Yale could very easily imagine how much of a bully she was.

As expected, the situation at his rental was heated up by the time he arrived back at his place.

A tall woman in a pair of skinny jeans with curly hair stood at the entrance, blocking the way.

Meanwhile, an infuriated Shirley was indoors.

"How many days has it been? Why aren't you going home? Why, are you enjoying life living at someone else's place?" Kate questioned in a tone that was devoid of any respect toward Shirley as she scowled at her.

Moreover, because she had been hanging out with more questionable friends lately, she spoke rather arrogantly.

"What does that have anything to do with you? I've left your family. Why are you still coming to bother us?"

Shirley glared daggers at Kate.

Kate gulped. "My father saved your father's life, so your father gave you to our family so you can repay the favor.

"You are a permanent worker in our family. Are you running away and refusing to repay the favor now? How bold of you."

Yes, in Daniel's and Kate's eyes, Shirley was a nanny and a maid. She was meant to serve them!

Kate had come to look for Shirley today because there wasn't anyone who did the chores at home after Shirley left.

Upon hearing that, a gleam of rage came across Shirley's eyes. Just as she was about to argue, she heard a sound from the door.

Kate felt a force on her buttocks. Following that, she lost her balance and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Who is it? Who is this bastard who had the guts to hit me?"

When she looked behind, she saw Yale standing behind her.

Kate jumped to her feet as she berated, "You bastard. How dare you hit me?"

"Yale," Shirley said in a soft and rather concerned voice.

Yale waved at her, then gave Kate a condescending, sidelong glance. "Kate, did you brush your teeth before leaving home today? Your breath stinks."

Kate's face fell. Instinctively, she put her hands over her mouth and exhaled to take a sniff. Almost right after, she realized that Yale was insulting her for saying mean things.

Yale used to be submissive and as timid as a mouse. Why did he become so sharp-tongued after moving out?

"You're such a brat. How dare you speak to me like this? Your mother is a maid, which makes you a slave!

"You claim to be a college graduate, but have you even gotten a job? A useless piece of trash like you can't even make a living out here.

"Take my advice—come home, apologize to Dad, and be our obedient maid," Kate chided.

Yale frowned. Instead of responding to her, he walked into his place and placed the meat he bought on the table.

It was only at this moment that Kate noticed the meat that Yale was carrying.

A look of disbelief came across her face. In this day and age, meat wasn't commonplace. It had been a long while since she had meat, even while living in the Fernandez residence.

Now that she saw Yale coming home with meat, she craved meat, so much so that she could almost drool.

"Where did you get that meat from?"

Yale peered at her. "Wanna have some?"

After being startled momentarily, Kate nodded. "If you share the meat with me, I can put in a few good words with Dad when you come home."

Yale scoffed. "I could care less about that.If you'd like to have a bite of meat, go have some in your dreams. I bought this, but it isn't for sharing with you. Fuck off, now!"

"Why, you—" A slightly embarrassed look came across Kate's face. "How dare you speak to me like this?"

"That's enough, Kate. Just because we share a dad, did you really think that you are a sister to me? Why don't you check yourself in the mirror? Look at that head of yours. You look like an idiot.

"How dare you hang out on the streets with that ugly face? You truly know no shame. If I were you, I would've buried my head in the ground," Yale insulted without holding back.

The moment Kate heard his words, her eyes turned red. She choked, "Yale, how dare you mock my appearance?"

Immediately after that, she heard a voice from behind her, saying, "He's not the only one who thinks so. I think you're ugly too."

It was Michael, who was also a tall and big man. He came over with a stick in his hand.

Kate's pride was shattered when she heard the insult about her appearance coming from both of them.

"You're already in your 20s. Aren't you ashamed of pretending to be a teen?" Michael added.

At this point, Kate could no longer hold herself together. She ran off, sobbing.

Once she left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally back, Yale. I called you the moment I saw her here earlier. Then, I rushed home to grab a stick," Michael said.

Then, he turned toward Shirley, "Are you okay, Madam Shirley?"

Shirley waved her hand and looked at Michael with gratitude in her eyes. "I'm fine now. Thank you."

"Don't say that, Madam Shirley. Yale and I are best friends. This is no biggie."

Michael waved his hand. Right after that, the sharp-eyed Michael spotted the slab of meat on the table. Although it wasn't a huge slab of meat, it was meat nonetheless.

"Why is there a piece of meat here?" Michael blurted.

Shirley felt bad too. "Yeah. Why did you buy meat, Yale?" she asked.

With what this slab of meat was worth, they would be able to feed their whole family for a few days.

Yale finally had the time to explain, "Mom, I found a job at Juristic Traditional Medicine Hospital's emergency department. Mike, stay at my place for dinner today."

"Oh, no, that's alright. That wasn't what I meant."

Michael's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Stop it. Don't feel bad about it. You helped me in many ways in the past. Now that I've found a job, I will return the rental payment to you. Don't you worry," Yale clarified.

Michael waved his hand to dismiss him. "What are you talking about? Don't put yourself under such pressure."

Shirley chimed in, "That's right, Michael. We want to express our gratitude. Just stay back for dinner today."

In the end, Michael didn't refuse. After all, he started to crave the meat after looking at it.

Shirley was delighted to know that Yale had found a job. So, she took the initiative to prepare the meat and cook dinner.

It was almost time for Summer to be let out from school. Thus, both Yale and Michael left home to wait for her at the gate of her middle school.

Not long after, the children started walking out of the school. Soon enough, Yale spotted Summer. However, there was an attractive woman who was holding onto Summer's hand.

If he wasn't mistaken, she was Summer's Tullish teacher, Xenia Stuart.

"Yale!"

Summer spotted Yale too. After calling out to him, she charged right toward him in delight.

Chapter 5

Yale smile the moment he saw Summer. "Hey, Summer."

Summer, a 12-year-old girl with her hair up, looked healthy and lively. What was there not to like about her?

She was such an adorable, mature, and energetic child. Others would shower her with compliments when they saw her.

But, to Yale, she was more than that. She was his younger sister.

Yale took Summer by the hand.

Excitedly, Summer introduced, "Yale, this is my Tullish teacher."

This wasn't Yale's first time picking Summer from school. Of course he knew who Xenia was.

Xenia was one of the youngest teachers at the school. Not only did she have the looks, but she was also quite a capable teacher.

From what Yale had heard, she graduated as one of the best teachers in her course before returning to Juristic City to teach as this was her hometown.

"Hello, Ms. Stuart." Yale nodded politely.

Xenia was only one or two years older than he was. This wasn't a big deal in his previous life. Now, however, being a single, female teacher at 27 meant that Xenia often became the subject of gossip for many.

"You're Summer's older brother, right?" Xenia greeted Yale by nodding slightly. "Summer placed first in class in her Tullish test today. She deserves praise for her good work."

Summer grinned with glee at the sound of even just a simple compliment. She tilted her face up as if to say, "Compliment me. Say that I did well."

Yale reached out and brushed his finger across her nose. Then, he said, "That's only because you taught them well, Ms. Stuart.

"Summer is an active kid. I'm just worried that she'd bring trouble to you."

Xenia was Summer's Tullish-cum-homeroom teacher.

Upon hearing that, she waved her hand to dismiss that thought. "Summer is a clever girl. I adore her very much."

After a brief exchange, they parted ways. Yale then brought Summer home.

"Summer, is your Tullish teacher still single?" Michael whispered from beside her.

As a child beyond her years, Summer replied, "She is. Why do you ask, Michael? Do you have a crush on Ms. Stuart? Well, you can't. Ms. Stuart isn't interested in looking for a boyfriend. Her focus is on her career. I want to be like her when I grow up."

Michael let out an awkward chuckle when he heard that, while Yale was rendered speechless.

"What are you blabbering about? That's enough. We're going home to have some pork belly today."

The moment Summer heard that, she became filled with excitement instantly. "What? We get to eat meat? Yay! That's great. We get to have meat today."

By the time they headed back home, Shirley was almost done preparing all the dishes.

Once again, Yale announced the news that he had secured a job with the traditional medicine hospital.

Even though he was only under probation for now, with the experience he had in his previous life, he believed that he would be able to carve a different future for himself as long as he gave himself a chance to.

Michael stayed for a brief chat after dinner, then bid Yale and his family goodbye.

Yale helped with cleaning up the kitchen while Summer did her homework and Shirley did some needlework.

Looking at this peaceful and harmonious situation at home, all of a sudden, Yale was caught in a daze. He finally understood why the original Yale fought his very best to leave home with Shirley and Summer.

If they remained in the Fernandez residence, they would just be living in suffering.

Although moving out of the Fernandez residence was a little challenging in the beginning, they would be able to live a good life eventually.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Yale started tidying up the house.

Their rental space was small. There were only two spaces—a living room and a bedroom—which were partitioned by curtains. Shirley and Summer occupied the bedroom while Yale slept on the couch.

Their rental was in Mapleville, where a family rented out a few of their units to different tenants.

So, they all had to share the communal toilets and bathroom outside their unit. There were also sinks outside for them to brush their teeth and wash up.

When he was almost done with cleaning up, Yale looked up and noticed that Summer was preparing for the next lesson that would be taught in class.

Shirley rubbed her bleary eyes before she continued working on her craft.

Yale figured that he had to work hard and earn enough money as soon as possible to get all of them out of this current situation.

The lights in their unit remained on until late into the night. Summer was already asleep when Shirley turned off the lights, lowered the items in her hands, and retreated into the bedroom.

Yale lay on the couch, spacing out.

Shirley continued working the next morning.

After having breakfast, Yale sent Summer to school on the way to work at the traditional medicine hospital.

Today was his first day of work. He had to leave a good impression no matter what.

After dropping Summer off at school, he scurried to the hospital, which was only about a mile away. It wasn't particularly far away.

Having been a doctor in his previous life, Yale was well aware that having good physical health was extremely important to doctors.

Many colleagues of his ended up dying young because they stayed up late into the night, worked overtime, or performed surgeries for long hours all year round.

He was determined not to be like that in this life.

Fortunately, the original Yale was different from others.

Perhaps it was because Patrick was a traditional medicine doctor, but ever since the original Yale was young, he practised martial arts. As a result, he was physically fit.

As such, Yale had to maintain this.

When he turned around the corner, he passed by a breakfast eatery which was full of people. He slowed his pace.

An Audi was parked by the side of the road a short distance away. A young woman walked toward the breakfast eatery while speaking on the phone.

"I got it, Mom. Isn't Dad about to attend a meeting? He's long gone. Why should I report that to him?

"I know. He's in charge of Juristic City. How would I end up in danger here?

"Don't worry. I will be careful."

The woman glanced at the cashier, "I'd like to have two sandwiches and a juice box please."

Then, she spoke into the phone. "Okay, Mom. Talk to you later."

After hanging up the call, the woman walked right across the bicycle lane and toward the Audi that was parked by the side of the road.

Yet, it was also at this moment when a tricycle with a load full of glass headed speedily in her direction.

The woman didn't notice that the tricycle was about to crash into her.

A look of horror came across the rider of the tricycle. The rider let out a cry and redirected the tricycle. Even so, he lost control of his bike and rammed it into an electric pole by the side of the road.

With a loud bang, the cart on his tricycle flipped over, and the rope holding all the glass together snapped.

Right after that, the load of glass items fell onto the woman. Before she could even react, glass smashed over her. She passed out and fell to the ground.

Shards of glass were all over her body and all over the ground.

The incident drew people's attention immediately. Some screamed while some others yelled. The scene was a mess.

The people crowded around the scene with time.

As someone who witnessed the entire accident, Yale went numb.

"How could something like this happen so suddenly?" he muttered.

Nevertheless, as a doctor, Yale rushed forward while pulling his phone out to call the emergency numbers.

"Eastward of Trad Med, around the corner of Riverlong Street and Canary Sea Street. A woman was hit by glass and passed out. She's unconscious."

By the time he made that call and squeezed past the crowd, a middle-aged man had rushed to the woman.

From the looks of it, he was also a doctor. After studying the young woman's injury, he said, "Her jugular vein was cut. Someone, call 911. Quick."

"I've called 911," Yale responded immediately.

The doctor nodded. "Does anyone have a clean piece of cloth? Her jugular vein is cut. I need to apply pressure on her wound to stop the bleeding."

One of the passersby hurriedly retrieved a clean piece of cloth. The doctor grabbed the cloth from the passerby, and pressed it over the woman's jugular vein.

As the young woman was unconscious, all they could do was to wait for the ambulance to arrive.

Yale took a closer look. The next moment, he froze.

The position wasn't right. Something wasn't right with the position where the doctor was applying pressure to. He seemed to be applying pressure on the woman's trachea, affecting her breathing as a result!