Reborn to Break Her Cure
After my rebirth, I signed a whole body donation consent letter. In my previous life, my boyfriend's junior was a self-proclaimed miracle worker who claimed she could cure any illness—even late-stage cancer.
Every time that woman worked her magic, the same disease that she'd cured would reflect on my body.
Overnight, I was diagnosed with over 300 types of diseases, and the bones in my legs were shattered.
Just when I was going to talk to my boyfriend, he stormed in holding a checkup report. "You're unbelievable, Cynthia! You had AIDS and didn't tell me? Who was it? God, I can't believe I actually pitied you. You deserve every disease you have."
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Yvonne took my place as a healer respected by the world of medicine.
I languished and died under excruciating pain and the public's insults.
Moments before my demise, her smug cackle reached my ears. "Your life for hundreds. You should be grateful I gave you this chance."
Then, my eyes snapped open. And this time, I finally understood how she had done it.