Last time she saw me, I was borrowing transport money and eating bread for dinner.
Now I was sitting inside a hospital office with my name written on the door 😭🔥
She sat down nervously while clutching her handbag.
EX:
“You… you work here?”
ME:
“No 😊
I just wear lab coats for fashion trends.” 😂
Even the nurse outside almost choked trying not to laugh 💀
Jessica explained she’d been having severe stomach pain for weeks and needed surgery.
I nodded professionally like surgeon from medical TV series 😌🩺
Inside though?
My inner village people were dancing aggressively 😭🔥
EX:
“Doctor please… I’m scared.”
ME:
“Relax 😊
Nothing will happen to you.”
She sighed with relief.
EX:
“Really?”
ME:
“Of course 😌
Out of all surgeries performed in this hospital… only one patient has died.” 😂
This girl sat upright immediately 😳💔
EX:
“ONLY ONE???”
ME:
“Yes 😊”
EX:
“So… how many surgeries have you done before?” 😭
I slowly adjusted my glasses again 😌
ME:
“Yours will be the second.” 😂😂😂💀
Omo.
Before I could even say “blood pressure”…
THIS GIRL FAINTED 😭🏃🏽♂️💨
The nurse screamed.
Another doctor ran inside.
One old woman in corridor started praying in tongues 💀
Meanwhile I stood there pretending to look concerned while fighting for my life not to laugh 😭
Eventually Jessica woke up again.
She looked embarrassed beyond human understanding.
EX:
“I hate you.”
ME:
“No problem 😊
The hospital accepts hatred, debit cards, and cash.” 😂
Even the nurse had to leave the room because she was laughing too hard 💀
But then something unexpected happened.
Jessica became quiet.
Very quiet.
The kind of quiet people become when life has humbled them thoroughly.
She stared at the floor and whispered:
“Conquer… I’m sorry.”
Immediately the jokes disappeared from my chest.
For the first time since she entered the room…
She looked broken.
Not proud.
Not flashy.
Not arrogant.
Just tired.
Then she told me everything.
Kelvin eventually cheated on her with multiple women.
The car got repossessed.
The business collapsed.
The PS5 got sold during financial problems 😭💔
Imagine leaving future doctor for man whose greatest achievement was FIFA tournaments 💀
She cried softly.
EX:
“You really became successful…”
ME:
“I told you I would.”
Then she looked at me with tears in her eyes.
EX:
“Do you still hate me?”
That question hit differently.
Because honestly?
For years I thought success would make revenge feel sweet.
I imagined showing off.
Embarrassing her.
Making her regret everything.
But sitting there inside that hospital…
I realized something.
Life had already punished both of us enough.
She lost herself chasing comfort.
And I nearly lost myself chasing validation.
So I smiled gently.
ME:
“I don’t hate you anymore.”
She cried harder 😭
Then I stood up dramatically like motivational speaker.
ME:
“But let me also confess something before surgery…”
EX:
“What?” 😳
ME:
“I’m not actually performing the operation.” 😂💀
EX:
“What???”
ME:
“I’m still resident doctor 😭
The senior surgeon is coming soon.”
Omo.
The way this girl looked at me 😭🔥
Even the nurse shouted:
“Doctor Conquer please stop traumatizing patients!” 😂
As Jessica was wheeled toward surgery later that day, she looked back at me one last time.
EX:
“You changed.”
ME:
“No 😊
I just became expensive.” 😂💀
