chapter 2
My days in the mental hospital were quite peaceful, with three nutritious meals a day and no need to work.
Every day, after eating my fill, Id take a walk in the garden and bask in the sun. Life was leisurely and pleasant.
A week later, the doctor said I was doing well and could be discharged.
I figured Camila should have already burned down the children's hospital.
My phone dinged, and just like in my previous life, major media platforms were scrambling to report on the children's hospital fire.
Countless parents supported each other, sobbing in front of the ruins reduced to rubble.
I had just left the hospital when Ezra and Camila hurried over, followed by a large group of enraged family members.
As soon as Ezra saw me, his eyes turned red, and he questioned me with a trembling voice, "Hannah, I never thought you could be so cruel. It's one thing to complain about the sick children being annoying, but how could you actually do something like this?"
"That's over two thousand lives, over two thousand families' hopes!"
Camila's eyes were swollen and red. "Hannah, even though you're my good friend, I won't cover for you today. As a fellow pediatrician, seeing so many adorable little lives, how could you bring yourself to do this?"
Ezra looked at me as if I were a heinous criminal, wishing he could tear me to pieces.
With the testimony of my two relatives, the parents present instantly erupted with emotions they had been suppressing for so long.
Mentioning the children who were burned to death, some parents collapsed to the ground, wailing uncontrollably.
Some parents clenched their fists, eyes bloodshot, shouting for my life in return.
Some passersby, seeing such a lively scene, immediately raised their phones.
"Look! The real arsonist who burned down the hospital has been found! I heard it's even the head of the pediatrics department!"
"Everyone, look closely at her face! Such a demon shouldn't exist in this world!"
I was stunned, thinking, "I've been locked in the psychiatric hospital all week, what evidence do they have to accuse me as the culprit?"
Before I could speak, a water bottle slammed into my forehead, and blood gushed out instantly.
Then more random things were thrown at me. I wanted to explain, but no one listened.
They screamed for my life, and some, in their agitation, even grabbed knives from nearby stalls to kill me.
More and more passersby, upon hearing this, wanted to join in punishing me, causing severe traffic congestion at the hospital entrance.
At this moment, my attending doctor Julian Reed stepped out of an ambulance with its hazard lights flashing.
He looked at the gathered crowd in front of him and shouted sternly, "What's going on? This is the hospital entrance. Who among you can take responsibility for delaying emergency care?"
I saw him, and my eyes lit up. "Dr. Reed, they say I burned the hospital last night and want to kill me."
Ezra tried to grab me, but I dodged, making him even more furious. "If not you, then who else!"
Camila raised her phone and played a video.
In the video, I was wearing a white coat, covering a crying child while cursing him to hurry up and die.