From Scalpel to Seduction

There was a woman named Lin Yujin, a brilliant surgeon from China. She had spent her entire life in the relentless pursuit of excellence. No friends. No family. No lover. Just herself, her scalpel, and the occasional comfort of a well-worn novel in her few spare hours. From childhood, her life had been a constant battlefield of exams, expectations, and competition. All for a future that was always just out of reach. The pressure never stopped. And one day, Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as she drove, headlights cutting through the stillness. She wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just drifting. The next shift. The same routine. The same loneliness. Then it happened. A flicker of movement. Headlights. A blur of metal. She barely had time to react. She died alone, and exhausted. But death wasn’t the end. She awoke to the sound of soft music and distant laughter. Perfumed air swirled around her, laced with flirtation and the hum of a guqin, her own fingers were plucking its strings with grace she didn’t remember learning. Panic surged in her chest. This wasn’t a hospital. It was a brothel. But not the seedy kind from old films—this place oozed luxury and refinement. Only the elite could afford to step through its doors: high-ranking clan heirs, powerful sect members, nobles, even royals. And merchants rich enough to rival them. Memories that weren’t hers flooded in like a tidal wave. Lin Yujin looked down at her new hands softer, paler. Her body felt strange. Curvier in some places, delicate in others. Even her voice sounded unfamiliar. It unsettled her. She had spent her life mastering the human body, but this one felt foreign, untamed. For the first time, she was the subject, not the surgeon. And she had no idea what came next.