The day my half sister drowned me, I was reborn.
The surgical scalpel in my sleeve was all that remained from my past life as a chief of cardiac surgery.
My half sister stole my betrothal? While removing her scar, I cut just half a millimeter too deep.
The crown prince tried to kill me to keep me quiet? The moment he drew his sword, I had already calculated the direction of his tendons.
Later, the whole capital knelt and begged me to operate.
“Sure. Line up and come one at a time.”
“Don’t worry. My blade never misses.”
