He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 05

He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 05

Nathaniel didn’t stop what he was doing.

“Just this once. After it’s over, you can have whatever kind of wedding you want.”

“Traditional or modern, domestic or destination—your choice.”

My unfocused gaze settled on his face. “Nathaniel, is our wedding just a bargaining chip to you?”

“The truth is… you never really loved me, did you?”

For four years, I’d questioned whether fate had been cruel, whether it was the world’s fault, even whether I wasn’t good enough to end up suffering in this place.

But I’d never once questioned Nathaniel.

Until just now, when something suddenly occurred to me.

Shortly before the “transport,” there was a car accident. I’d protected Nathaniel and was hit by a freight truck.

Most of my bones were broken, and my internal organs ruptured.

Before the ambulance arrived, he watched with his own eyes as my severed limbs grew back, and in the places he couldn’t see, things were reshaping too.

The shock and wild delight in his eyes when I stood up without a scratch—I saw it clearly.

From that day on, he treated me even better.

So meticulously, even taking me for a full-body checkup.

I naively thought he was just afraid of losing me again.

Now I understood.

At the time, Cecilia had been depressed about putting her medical dreams on hold because of her health.

And my kidney was a perfect match for hers. Plus, I had regenerative abilities—I was practically made for her.

My voice was barely a whisper. “You even hate me, don’t you? That’s why you were so cruel.”

He was silent for a long moment, then spoke calmly.

“Elena, how could I hate you? If anyone’s to blame, it’s you and your reckless behavior that cost us our child.”

“These four years were to give CeCe training, and also to punish you.”

“Don’t worry, the punishment is almost over. Once we’re married, I’ll treat you just like before.”

I laughed. Then I laughed so hard tears came out.

Nathaniel, if you only knew that the one who actually saved you that day was me.

Would you regret it?

My voice had no warmth left. “I’d rather die than marry you.”

“If not me, then who?”

He scoffed. “Don’t say such spiteful things. Let’s start the stream.”

The livestream began.

Cecilia operated while narrating.

Suddenly she walked over to my side and, without warning, pulled back the surgical drape.

My entire body was exposed to the screen.

She traced a laser pointer over me like she was picking out cuts of meat at a butcher shop.

“Some of you in the chat are curious, so let me give you all a quick educational rundown.”

“This scar here—it’s from when the patient had a miscarriage.”

“Dr. Vance wants to emphasize, ladies—always take care of yourselves, or what’s the difference between you and an animal?”

Under the harsh white lights, the air in the OR suddenly felt freezing.

She ignored my trembling body and walked back to the head of the table.

“Alright, lecture over. Back to surgery.”