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We'd found out about this a few days after her funeral. If we can avoid that, she will get to live, right? I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment, wasn't sure if this was going to work, but something kept screaming in my head to give it a try. I pulled away from Chloe and held her shoulders, but just before I could speak, the doctor walked up to us with a file. “You need to sign this, Ms. Your mom needs an urgent surgery," I recognized the doctor immediately. He was the same doctor who operated on the woman in my past life. The same reason she died.

"The hospital. The lights. The doctor. His voice. His face. His eyes." "What does he say? What does he tell you? What words does he use? What do you hear?" "He says my baby didn't survive. He says there was nothing they could do. He says I should go home and rest. He says I should try to move on. He says I should be grateful I'm alive. He says I'm young. He says I can try again." "But he was wrong. The doctor was wrong. Everything he said was wrong. He was wrong about Noah. He was wrong about everything. Noah survived. He's here. He's alive. He's ours. He's everything. He's proof that the doctor was wrong."

Lucy shot her a sharp look, clearly annoyed. Kenneth jumped in with a grin. "Aunt Charlotte, the remedies my mom finds always work. Remember how Susan couldn't have a son before? Mom found her a remedy which she drank for two years, and then she had a baby boy. "And back in February, when my brother got sick, it was Mom's remedy again. He used it for less than half a month and got better. No more spasms. It worked great, and it didn't cost much either." The more Kenneth talked, the prouder Lucy looked, her chin lifting higher and higher.

Inside was my medical license and a note. “A doctor must remain kind. Never forget your purpose.” I held the certificate tightly, feeling the texture of the paper under my fingertips. Maybe I would end up leaving this hospital someday, but I would never give up being a doctor. A doctor, whose job was to save lives and to protect more people, should never be consumed by hatred. In this life, I would carry my parents’ hopes with me and hold on to the reason I became a doctor in the first place. This time, I intend to live a good life.

I was reborn. And I was pregnant. "Congratulations, Madam. Three and a half weeks. It's a miracle—an extremely rare half-blood." The private doctor stared at the blood analysis, his voice trembling with awe. "Such a half-blood is born once in a millennium! His birth will shake the supernatural world!" He reached for his communicator. "I must report to the Lord..." "Put it down." I grabbed his wrist. My voice was flat. Dead. He looked at me in shock.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

Since the trio already decided to accept the mission, they have already done their research, and this is what they found out so far based on the old accounts recorded on the books. In Dystopia, magic comes from previous lives' power. All the power and knowledge one gains in life are passed onto new life through reincarnation, so those fortunate enough to be reincarnated through a powerful life are given great powers. Wars have been fought in the past in an attempt to shift knowledge from one nation to another. By killing powerful people of one nation and making sure there is much birth in another, chances of reincarnation of powerful souls are higher in the latter.

A form of capitalism, as they called it in the old world. Finally, I reach my destination: Briannah’s cob house. I come to a stop at the doorless entrance, my knuckles rapping against the hard clay. After a moment, I peek my head inside, hearing the familiar voice of Doctor Caleb echo, “Come in.” Doctor Caleb, the sweet middle aged man with the brain of a genius. He’s one of the rare few that were born and raised above ground and was later sentenced to death for his unforgivable crime: he fornicated with a woman of a different Ring.

"The doctor began treatment and for a moment, it looked like there was hope. But oddly, I had a huge relapse weeks later. When I relapsed, she insisted the doctor had poisoned me further, and that we had to let him go." "And your Father?" Rebekah spoke for the first time. "Father couldn't argue when my condition had indeed worsened before his very eyes." He brushed his palm across his face. "A lot happened after that, some of which I still do not remember. My health deteriorated to the point it seemed as though I wouldn't make it. Until she 'discovered' another doctor in one of the northern provinces." "His herbs usually made me feel momentarily better, but came along with a lot of crisis af

But only she knew the truth. Each soul she healed, every last one of them, was a step closer to redemption. Her rebirth had come with a cruel clause: save 100 forsaken lives in the medical world, lives abandoned by science, deemed “untreatable.” Do it within a year… or lose your second chance forever. And in the three months she had wasted in County D, caged in labs and politics, she had healed none. “I won’t waste another second,” she whispered each morning. Today was no different.