In my world, I was a brilliant surgeon. Now I am Ilya Razumovsky, an unknown healer-adept with no money in my pocket and a minimum of magic in my body, thrown into a world of an alternative Russian Empire where healers work miracles “with the Spark.” My only trump card is knowledge from my past life and a strange gift called “Songear.”
And, of course, a talking chipmunk familiar with an awful temper, who somehow decided that I am his chosen one.
Let me work on the “ambulance” with a partner who drinks, and let me know what it means to deal with colleagues’ distrust and intrigues—but a second chance isn’t given to everyone, and I intend to use it fully! After all, a true healer is a calling, not a rank in the Healers’ Guild.