Reborn as a Surgeon: The Mafia Queen's Second Life

n old warehouse on the margins of the city now covered in blood. An obvious stench of dea

the dreaded mafia leader, Her breathing was erratic, her right hand still grasp

lding a smoking gun. His stare was arrogant, as if he were delig

voice was subdued, yet h

d him, their troops-now devoted to h

g. "Now it's my turn." He turned his pistol right

t her lip. Her keen eyes found the man

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blood-soaked floor, time appeared to slow down. Leaky ceiling rain splashed onto her

art just before her awarenes

I will never trust anybody once more. An

Beep!

t filled the air. Alina gasped, then awoke with difficult breaths. Her vision clouded under the

se is stil

rs retreated, their faces pale as a nur

d, filthy floor. Instead, she was in a immaculate space with bright floors and white walls. Her

to her side. "Dr. Aileen, you're awake?" Her voice trembled somewhat, yet her eye

pped cold.

e. She wasn't a mafia leader? Why were

, shaky grin. "Temporary amnesia after a near-death

bed and gazed at her own hands as she departed. No scars, no bullet wounds

enly slid out of her h

th shaking hands a

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across the room, her head snap

a physi

er chest thumped, and her breathing grew

t fell, but not. The woman in the mirror was still the same: brig

rely whispered, brimmi

ctual. But this wasn't her face. Where were her battle wound

his...? I

s the bullet tore across her chest, the warmth of her blood s

o als

That traitor. Now, though, she was

ck!

door jerked her

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na stopped her breath. Dr

ng if she actually was in another person's body. Turning the doorknob, her hand crept s

me time. We were concerned you hadn