"The games of kings: Rise of the underdog"

chapter one hundred and seventeen

I couldn't believe what was in front of me.

For every life that I saved, a year was slowly deducted from my life span.

I was not even sure how many years I had to live for and now this?

I staggered back, my legs weak, my head spinning.

The world felt wrong, like I was underwater. Sounds came late, voices stretched and distorted.

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder.

The system interface faded slowly, but its last words etched into my mind.

A year deducted.

For saving a life.

My chest tightened. “You didn’t say that before,” I whispered.

No reply.

Just like before, it went silent, leaving me alone with the consequences.

Maybe I shouldn't have tried to play god.

Maybe I should have walked away without looking back.

But I was a doctor. My job is to save lives. How do I go about this without having to face the consequences of losing my life at the end of it all?

Strong hands grabbed my shoulders before I hit the ground.

“Sir! Sit down. You’re bleeding.”

I blinked and realize