Chapter 1

My wife's first love was trapped on the snowy mountain, and she shoved me like a madwoman.

"Aren't you an elite search and rescue specialist? Go up there and save him!"

A massive blizzard was rolling in, and even the local mountain rescue team had called off their operation.

Seeing me hesitate, my wife sneered and issued a cold ultimatum.

"Our daughter was just diagnosed with a brain tumor. If you don't go up that mountain, I won't participate in her surgery."

For the sake of my daughter, I forced myself up the frozen peak, only to be murdered by her first love.

After my death, they took my life insurance and estate, traveling the world in luxury as a happy family.

When I opened my eyes again, I had reincarnated on the day the blizzard struck.

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At the base of the snowy mountain, Vanessa was throwing a frantic tantrum.

"Aren't you supposed to be professional rescue operators? Get up there and save Dylan right now!"

The search and rescue captain frowned with a troubled look.

"Ma'am, a severe blizzard is hitting any minute. Nobody can survive going up the mountain in this weather."

"What blizzard? The sky is clear right now! You're just neglecting your duty, and I'm going to report all of you!"

Vanessa looked completely unhinged, with none of the composure expected from an educated woman.

She was supposed to be a top neurosurgeon, renowned nationwide for saving lives.

The captain's face darkened as he snapped back.

"Your friend's life matters, but our team's lives matter too! No one with any mountain experience would risk climbing up there in these conditions!"

Realizing her screaming wouldn't work on them, Vanessa buried her face in her hands and wept.

Then her eyes caught me standing nearby.

She rushed over and shoved my chest hard.

"Owen Hayes, you're an elite mountain rescuer too! You go! You go save Dylan!"

Seeing no reaction from me, she pinched my wrist with vicious force and whispered a threat.

"Our daughter Mia was just diagnosed with a brain tumor. If you don't bring Dylan back alive, I swear I won't step into that operating room."

"You know damn well that with me leading the surgery, Mia's survival rate goes up by at least sixty percent."

My face went pale.