My Brother's Scalpel, My Mother's Pride

During my heart transplant, my mother, who was the chief surgeon, secretly handed the scalpel to my intern brother just to give him some hands-on experience.

I begged her with everything I had to perform the surgery herself. It was a life-or-death procedure, where the slightest mistake would cost me my life.

Instead, my mother glared at me with pure disgust and yelled, "You are his older brother! What is wrong with sacrificing a little for him? Why are you so terrified of seeing you