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

d warehouse on the outskirts of the city, now drenched in pools of blood. The air was thick with th

d battered and wounded. Her breath was ragged, her left hand pressed against her

a smoking gun in his hand. His gaze was filled with arrogance, as i

's voice was weak, yet her

m, their subordinates-now loyal to him-sto

Now it's my turn." He aimed his gun directly

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rashing onto the cold, blood-soaked floor. Rain dripped through the leaky ceiling, splashing o

ess slipped away completely, o

will never trust anyone again. And w

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p and clinical. Alina gasped, jerking awake with labored breaths. Her vision blurred from the harsh white light

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nurse dropped the clipboard in her hands,

soaked floor. Instead, she was in a pristine room with white walls and gleaming floors. An I

f disbelief. "Dr. Aileen, you're awake?" Her voice trembled slightly, but her e

roze. "

ue. Wasn't she a mafia boss? Why

king her vitals. "Temporary amnesia after a near-dea

t up in bed and stared at her own hands. No bullet wounds, no scars. Her ski

from the pocket of her hos

ers, she picked it

ileen

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king onto the mirror across t

a doc

er heart pounded, her breathing quickened

hange. But it didn't. The woman in the mirror remained the same

was barely a whisper,

eal. But this wasn't her face. Where were her battle scar

his...? I

as the bullet tore through her chest, the warmth of her b

Marc

, that bastard. That traitor. But now?

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r mind racing. Dr. Monroe

one else's body, panicking wouldn't help. Her hand slowly reached for the doorkno

time. We were worried you hadn't