Second Life in the ER: Uncovering the Real Killer Who Stabbed Me
Language: en
The grueling night shift and back-to-back surgeries had just ended. Suddenly, I was brutally stabbed to death in the on-call room by an enraged patient's family member. With a dull thud, my lifeless head hit the desk hard. As consciousness slipped away, I could still hear the family member's relentless cursing. "Even your own people admitted it. You deserve to die!" 1 It's true that the soul doesn't immediately dissipate after death. For the next two weeks, I hovered in mid-air, coldly watching everything that unfolded. The family member who killed me and their accomplices were all…