Anna Viktorovna, head of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, didn’t plan on dying.
Especially not of puerperal fever in the nineteenth century.
Waking up in the body of a young governor’s wife, she discovers that:
• medicine here is more dangerous than disease;
• the people around her genuinely want to help—so much so that they’ll finish her off in a couple of minutes;
• and the best way to survive is not to listen to anyone.
In defiance of the era, doctors, and common sense, Anna sets out to do what must be done.
For saving drowning people is the work of the drowning themselves.