Pain.
It tore through Lin Chen's soul like a blade.
He remembered everything.
In his previous life, he was the Divine Doctor—
a man who decided life and death with a single needle.
Kings, tycoons, underground lords—
all bowed before him.
Yet he died like a fool.
Betrayed.
Poisoned.
Locked away to rot.
"I trusted the wrong people…"
That regret burned hotter than death itself.
Suddenly—
His consciousness snapped back.
Lin Chen gasped and opened his eyes.
A cracked ceiling.
Flickering fluorescent lights.
The sharp smell of disinfectant.
"This isn't… my clinic?"
Memories that didn't belong to him flooded in.
A modern city.
A poor family.
A medical intern mocked by everyone.
Useless. Cowardly. Trash.
Lin Chen lay still for a moment, then slowly clenched his fists.
"So I've been reborn."
His lips curled into a cold smile.
"Good."
"In this life—"
"I won't save everyone."
"But anyone who crosses me…"
"I'll send them straight to hell."
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