Chapter 2 Rebirth in Another's Body

"Accident?"

Alina swallowed hard, trying to process the information.

"I... I'm fine," she said, adjusting her tone to avoid suspicion.

The nurse smiled relieved. "That's good, Doctor. But you should get some rest. Dr. Adams would like to check on your condition."

"Doctor?!"

The word was still foreign to her. From being a feared Mafia leader... she was now Aileen Monroe - a surgeon?

She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, but held herself back. This was irony at its best.

"All right," she replied briefly.

As she returned to her bed, a middle-aged man with graying hair entered the room. His piercing gaze seemed to cut right through her. The ID on his chest read Dr. Adams - Neurology Specialist.

"Good to see you awake, Aileen. We were worried about possible brain damage after the accident. How are you feeling?"

Alina thought quickly. If she asked too many questions, she might arouse suspicion.

"A little dizzy... but I'm fine."

Dr. Adams nodded. "That's normal. The accident was quite serious. I wouldn't be surprised if you had some memory loss. But don't worry, we're going to help you recover."

"Memory loss?"

A faint smile almost formed on Alina's lips. This could be the perfect excuse if she acted strangely. After finishing his examination, the doctor left and silence filled the room.

Alina lay back on the hospital bed and stared at the white ceiling. Reality sank in.

"I, Alina Devereaux, the Mafia leader who was supposed to be dead... am now alive as Aileen Monroe, a doctor."

Her hands clenched into fists. This wasn't just a second chance. This was a gift... and an opportunity for revenge.

"Marco..."

Her eyes darkened and a cold smile curled her lips. "Just wait. I'll make you suffer more than you ever made me suffer."

Elsewhere .... A shadowy figure spoke in a hushed tone.

"She's still alive."

The person in front of them stiffened, his expression becoming sharp.

"What?! How is that possible? You made sure she was dead at the scene!"

"We don't understand either. When we started to disconnect her life support... she suddenly came back."

The seated man stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"No matter what, she must be eliminated. She knows too much about us."

Alina leaned against the hospital bed, her eyes scanning every inch of the unfamiliar room. It was too clean, too quiet - so different from the world she once knew.

"Normally, after being injured, I would run and hide from my enemies," she murmured. "But now I can rest in a comfortable bed."

Her fingers gripped the blanket as she tried to process everything.

"Who was that woman, really?"

The hospital door swung open and a nurse entered, carrying a glass of water and some papers.

"Dr. Monroe, this is your medical report. You may want to read it to understand your condition after the accident," she said with a friendly smile.

Alina accepted the documents with a brief nod. The nurse didn't seem suspicious at all. Good. As long as she played the role of Aileen, no one would know the truth.

As soon as the nurse left, she opened the report and scanned the details.

Name: Dr. Aileen Monroe Age: 29 Occupation: General Surgeon at Bungalow International Hospital Condition upon arrival: Mild head trauma, minor fractures to the left arm, multiple contusions from a car accident.

Medical status: Stable "Car accident?" Alina narrowed her eyes.

She looked at her left arm, now wrapped in bandages. Something wasn't right.

"I don't think it was just an accident."

Her survival instincts screamed that something bigger was at play. But for now, she had to adapt. Taking a deep breath, she closed the report and set it aside.

"If I'm Aileen Monroe now, then I have to act like Aileen Monroe," she muttered and lay back down. "But there's a big problem... I'm not a doctor."

How could she pretend to be a surgeon without arousing suspicion? But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that the medical world and the mafia weren't so different.

As a mafia leader, she had stitched up gunshot wounds, stabilized dying men, and even performed emergency surgery with nothing but a knife and alcohol. The only difference now was that she had proper equipment, a sterile environment, and no need to run from the police.

"If it's just cutting people open, I can do that. But more importantly, I need to find out the truth behind Aileen's death."

Her eyes shone with determination. For the woman whose body she now inhabited, for the second chance she had been given - she would find justice and punish those responsible.

"I will make them pay."