Genius surgeon Owen once stood at the pinnacle of national medicine—until he refused to cover up a hospital medical malpractice for senior officials. Overnight, he was framed for surgical error, his license suspended, and blacklisted across the industry for two years. The youngest chief surgeon was reduced to night shifts at a community clinic, stitching drunks and prescribing medicine for kids. Everyone thought he was finished. When the mayor’s son suffered a sudden aortic dissection, all top experts dared not operate, with the success rate below 20%. After three minutes of dead silence, someone whispered one name: Owen. Rushed from the small clinic to the operating room in borrowed scrubs, he pulled off the daunting 12-hour surgery live for all to watch, rocketing back to fame. But his comeback dragged him back into the dark quagmire he once fled. Those who framed him pretended to welcome his return, yet feared he would uncover the truth. Owen soon discovered the so-called malpractice was no simple mistake—patients were being used in secret clinical trials, and he had been framed as the perfect scapegoat from the start. This time, he would stay silent no more. At the medical summit, Owen projected all forged records, bribery accounts and trial participant lists in public. From a disgraced scapegoat, he took down the entire corrupt medical power chain. Others once made the rules. Now it was his turn.
