The tablet blinked. "Karmic debt: moderate. Jealousy quotient: high. Surgical nostalgia: severe. Patient is a competitor. Proceed with caution."
Elena’s blood ran cold. Before she could bolt, a door hissed open. A woman stepped out—if you could call her that. Her skin was flawless to the point of translucence, her eyes too symmetrical, her smile a millimeter too wide. She wore a lab coat with no name tag. scandall pro 2.0
At first, Elena thought it was a joke. The name itself was absurd. Who would name a clinic after a scandal? But the results were no joke. Their before-and-after photos were jaw-dropping. Their patients glowed with an uncanny, almost supernatural perfection. Their waiting list was three years long. The tablet blinked
For the first time in thirty years, Elena felt the old wound tear open. Surgical nostalgia: severe