After finishing the SAT, I got into a car accident on my way to pick up my Harvard acceptance letter. My parents gave up on saving me and donated my corneas to my sister. I died on the operating table, while my sister regained her sight. She and my handsome, rich boyfriend went on to live a perfect life. But what they didn’t know was that I was reborn into another person’s body. This time, it was my sister lying on my operating table, wanting to look exactly like me so she could attend Harvard in my place. “Dr. Reed, the surgery is about to begin.” 1 Pain. Excruciating pain. Every inch of my body ached. My eyelids were covered in blood, and my eardrums were ringing. I could only hear the chaotic sounds of people screaming about a car accident. Through my blood-soaked vision, I vaguely saw someone rush over and hold me, shouting my name and begging me to wake up, screaming at others to call 91 Who are you? I tried to open my mouth, but only blood spilled out. I don’t know how much time passed, but the smell of antiseptic stimulated my brain. I heard my usually indifferent parents coldly tell the doctor, “Don’t bother saving her.” Save me… I wanted to raise my arm, beg them to save me. I got into Harvard, I would be rich, I would give them so much money if they just saved me. But my arm was broken, the pain was intense, and I had no strength left in my body. My consciousness began to blur, and my soul gradually sank into a dark quagmire. I struggled, the feeling of weightlessness making me panic. In the thick, seemingly impenetrable darkness, I heard my dad and mom announce to many people that they would donate my body, giving my useful organs to those who needed them more. How ironic. Would those people moved by their “great love” know that they gave their adopted daughter’s corneas to their biological daughter – my dear sister? Would they know that my sister would take my place, go to Harvard, and be with my boyfriend? Just because I was adopted, did I deserve to be beaten and scolded since childhood, using my efforts and my future to pave the way for their daughter? Just because I was adopted, did I deserve to die?! I hated them! I hated them so much! My soul felt like it was being split in two, one half being dragged down to hell, the other half desperately struggling to survive. I couldn’t die. I had to live. I had to live! In this intense emotional state, my consciousness once again fell into chaos… “Dr. Reed? Dr. Reed?” I suddenly woke up from my nightmare, cold sweat beading on my forehead. “Dr. Reed, are you alright? Another nightmare?” Although I had been reborn into this body for two months, I still frequently dreamed of the day of the accident. The fear of death enveloped me like a nightmare. I pinched the bridge of my nose where my glasses had left a mark and looked up. Nurse Emma was holding a medical record, looking at me with concern. “I’m fine, Emma. Don’t worry.” “Dr. Reed, are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, maybe Dr. Johnson should take over the next surgery.” Emma frowned, clearly not believing me. “You haven’t rested properly for days. No matter how busy work is, you need to take care of yourself.” I took the handkerchief from the desk and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. “I’m really fine, Emma. Go prepare for the surgery.” Seeing Emma’s worried expression, I felt a warmth in my heart. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me. I know my own body.” I smiled, “Go prepare for the surgery. I’ll be there soon.” Emma nodded and left with the medical record. I got up and walked to the window, looking down at the city’s night view. Bright lights, bustling nightlife – this kind of luxury was what my dear sister had pursued all her life, even going so far as to have surgery to look like me and steal my identity. Thinking about this, a cold glint flashed in my eyes. Natalie, you won’t be so lucky this time. The window reflected a face with an indifferent expression. Looking at this face, I felt a moment of disorientation. Dr. Reed, since fate has given me a chance to be reborn as you, I will definitely make them pay. “Dr. Reed, the surgery is about to start.” I nodded. “I’m coming.” Natalie, Mom, Dad, I wonder how you’ll feel when you see me again. I’m quite curious. 2 Dr. Olivia Reed was a top plastic surgeon at a private cosmetic surgery clinic. It was said that the faces she created were more beautiful than those done by ordinary plastic surgeons, with a special kind of beauty. Natalie had heard of Dr. Reed’s reputation and insisted on coming to this private clinic for her surgery. I put on my gloves, looking at Dr. Reed’s hands. They were long and slender, and without gloves, you could see they were white and delicate, with beautiful knuckles – not at all like hands that wielded a scalpel. Unlike my hands from my previous life, which were covered in calluses from years of hard work. Natalie, these hands are about to operate on you. Are you happy? I coldly looked at Natalie lying on the operating table. Don’t worry, I’ll make you exceptionally beautiful. Whether you can handle this kind of beauty is your problem. “Dr. Reed, the surgery is starting.” “Mm.” Looking at the photo Natalie had provided, which was placed nearby, I felt strangely calm. Remembering the three of them in my office made me sick to my stomach. Natalie had thrown a tantrum in my office, “Why do I have to look like that bitch? I don’t want to!” They at least knew enough to be embarrassed, scolding Natalie in a low voice. “Behave yourself!” Natalie looked defiant after being scolded but didn’t say anything else. I looked at her bright eyes. These were originally my corneas. Sister, are you comfortable with my corneas? “Dr. Reed, we want her to look exactly like this photo. It has to be identical. Is that possible?” Emily Sanders asked haughtily. “We’ve heard you’re the best, that’s why we came to you! I must say, you charge almost twice as much as other clinics for a single surgery. Since we’re paying this much, we expect to see results, you understand?” I smiled politely, but the smile didn’t reach my eyes. “Mrs. Sanders, I’m the top surgeon at our clinic. If I say I can do it, I’ll definitely make sure you and Natalie are satisfied.” I picked up the photo on the desk. The girl in it had a ponytail and a youthful face. If it weren’t for this family, I should have been enjoying my college life… “Well, if Dr. Reed says so, then I’m relieved. Natalie, let’s go.” “Take care!” The surgery proceeded step by step. Not only did I have to give Natalie a perfect face, but I also had to make her even more stunning than the girl in the photo. Three hours later, the surgery was over. I tiredly left the operating room, almost collapsing when I sat down in my office. I stared blankly at the ceiling, silently calculating how long it would take for problems to appear on Natalie’s face. Yes, although Dr. Reed was indeed the star surgeon of this plastic surgery clinic, she almost never accepted full-face reconstructions like Natalie had requested. This type of surgery not only had a long recovery period but also carried extreme risks. Moreover, to “satisfy” Natalie’s demands, I had made quite extensive changes to her face. If my calculations were correct, within two years at most, Natalie’s face would start showing problems. Without regular corrective surgeries, there would be virtually no chance of recovery. Natalie, you have two years. Are you ready? 3 Natalie stayed in the hospital for nearly a month. Almost every day, I saw her using my phone to contact Jack. Jack Thompson, my boyfriend. We had once promised to go to Harvard together. But now, it seems that was nothing but a bubble, not worth mentioning. “Ms. Sanders,” I said as I entered the room. Seeing me come in, Natalie hurriedly hid the phone behind her back and said angrily, “Why don’t you knock before entering? Is this how you behave?” I smiled politely, “I’m sorry, Ms. Sanders, but our hospital policy allows plastic surgeons to enter patient rooms without knocking. It’s mainly to prevent certain emergency situations.” “Please understand.” “What kind of stupid rule is that? Call your hospital director, I can’t believe I have to put up with this from a mere plastic surgeon!” Natalie had always had a bad temper and particularly liked to take my things. I used to think my parents spoiled her because they felt sorry for her poor eyesight, but now I realize they probably just disliked me for no particular reason. Hating someone doesn’t require a reason. They can even let that person die. Listening to her unreasonable complaints, my head throbbed. It looks like I’ll be causing trouble for Dr. Johnson again today. Unexpectedly, George Sanders walked in at that moment. “Natalie, are you being unreasonable again? Dr. Reed performed your surgery, how can you throw a tantrum? Apologize to Dr. Reed right now!” George Sanders was always smooth in his dealings with people. As soon as he entered, he sized up the situation and realized Natalie was throwing another tantrum. He immediately scolded Natalie, effectively cutting off any response I might have had. “Dad, she came in without knocking!” “Enough, stop being unreasonable!” I stood to the side with my arms crossed, coldly watching the father-daughter act, my heart aching. You see, George Sanders would defend his daughter, but only Natalie. He would never defend me. He would only slap me across the face when I was accused of stealing from classmates, unable to defend myself, calling me a bitch and a thief. I often wondered how a father could treat two daughters so differently. They even let Natalie replace everything about me, effortlessly obtaining what she shouldn’t have. So what was I? Wasn’t I their daughter too? “Dr. Reed, I’m so sorry. We’ve been too lenient at home, spoiling her. I’ll have a good talk with her later.” “It’s alright, I understand. Young girls are often pampered at home.” Just not me. “I’m glad you understand. So, when can we remove the bandages from Natalie’s face?” “That’s actually why I came today. Ms. Sanders, I’ve checked your records, and you’re recovering well. We can remove the bandages tomorrow, and then you can go home. Just take good care of yourself at home after that.” I turned to George Sanders, “Mr. Sanders, when you check out tomorrow, Nurse Emma will give you and Mrs. Sanders a booklet with important instructions. Please pay close attention to them.” Hearing that Natalie could be discharged tomorrow, George Sanders’ face wrinkled with a smile. Knowing him, a month of hospital fees must have cost him quite a bit. “Great, great. Thank you so much, Dr. Reed.” “You’re welcome. If you need anything, just press the call button for Nurse Emma. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.” “Take care, Dr. Reed!” Walking out of the room, I looked through the window and saw Natalie holding George Sanders’ hand, acting coy. I suddenly smiled. The game is about to begin. 4 The day Natalie was discharged was quite spectacular. When she removed her bandages, everyone in the room was shocked. Even the doctors and nurses, who were used to seeing artificial beauties, were stunned for a moment. Only I remained calm. It was exactly as I had expected. This face was truly perfect. In Dr. Olivia Reed’s professional career, this was perhaps her most flawless work.
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