Queen of the Scalpel - Chapter 2.1 - Introduction

Chapter 2: Introduction

A blurry black and white scaffold. A woman was tied to it, her entire body drenched in blood. The fancy clothes that she had worn as a noble were unrecognizable, and the angry onlookers continued to scream at her.

“Die! Die!”

“You villainess!”

Pow!

A rock was thrown from somewhere and hit her head.

Drip.

A vibrant red liquid trickled down her face, but no one pitied her. Everyone was cursing at her, their faces full of anger.

“Do you have any last words?” asked the emperor who stood in front of the scaffold. He had once been her husband, but now there was only cold hate reflected in his eyes.

The Emperor spoke in a bitter voice, “The Marquis…your father and your brothers died. All because of you!”

“…!”

“They all worried about you to their last breath. They begged for your life to be spared.” At those words, grief and regret filled her eyes. But it was too late.

“Apologize to them in hell.”

The Emperor coldly announced her death. And the gruesome guillotine fell on her neck.

***

Then the scene changed to a black and white surgery room. The doctors were looking at the patient with frustrated expressions. “The spleen ruptured! The blood pressure is too low!”

“What about transfusion?!”

“We’re already transfusing more blood in. But the bleeding is too fast.” Their eyes shook. The patient’s condition was already very poor. Could they still save this person?

And it was then! As the door to the surgery room opened, a woman entered. “How’s the patient?” She was a petite, frail-looking woman.
She looked like someone who would faint at the sight of blood…

But the doctors who looked at her made strange expressions.

“Professor!”They had the faces of people who had found their savior. The woman asked in a calm voice, “Preparation for the surgery has been finished, right? How’s the BP?”

“It’s at 60.”

A critical condition of shock. But the woman nodded her head without a single sign of emotion.

“Chief Kim.”

“Yes? Yes, professor!”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“Well…the patient’s current state…”

And the woman smiled at his words. It was a smile that made onlookers relieved.

“Chief Kim. What do we have to do now?”

“….”

“Go ahead, say it.”

“After we open the stomach, we have to stop the point of bleeding. And according to the level of damage done, we have to determine what to do next.”

The woman nodded like it was nothing.

“Correct. You’re right. That’s what we’ll do.”

“….”

“Listen well. From now, we’re gong to be saving this patient. The condition isn’t that good…but i believe that we can save this patient. Don’t you think so too?”

“…Yes, I do.”

At her calm and steady words, the doctors started to calm down from their state of nervousness. She was right, they could save the patient.
They could save any patient as long as they were with this frail-looking but strong woman.

“Scalpel.”

Then, once the surgery began, her expression changed from a weak woman, to that of an ‘Iron Surgeon’ who fights between life and death.

“We’ll open the patient now.”

And the scalpel split the abdomen. The blood that spurted out from the artery dripped down her face, and so the war began.

***

“…!!!!”

Jihyun shot her eyes open.

“It was a dream again…” She shook her head. Her past lives; they were dreams of the villainess of the Empire, Elise, and general surgeon Song Jihyun.

“But what in the world happened?” She looked down at her body.

“I died….” But she was alive at this moment. And in an extremely familiar body at that. She exhaled deeply, looked in the mirror, and noticed her gold hair, and a doll-like face.

Elise de Clarence.

She had returned to her first life!!

‘Just what in the world happened?’ She sighed.

General surgeon Song Jihyun had died from a place crash of unknown causes. But when she opened her eyes, she was back in the body of her first life, and to the young age of 16.

‘I don’t understand,’ She shook her head.

‘But at least I’m alive.’

When she first became conscious, 10 days had passed. At first, she was extremely confused, but now she was less tense. She didn’t know how it happened, but she decided to accept it. At this time, a knock sounded from outside.

“Miss, miss. I’ll go inside.”

“Oh, sure. Come inside.”

A young maid came in with food.

“Here’s your food, my lady.”

“Thank you.”

The young maid carefully asked a question, “Uh…miss.”

“Yes?”

“You’re not sick anywhere, right?”

“I’m ok, why?” Jihyun made an expression of suspicion.

“No it’s…it’s just that you seem different from before. And you’re not as energetic as you used to be….”

She tilted her head, and realized what the maid was talking about. ‘Oh, my original temper….’ In her first life, Elise de Clarence’s temper was very different from her doll-like face.